"Oooh yeah..." A pump, several spurts, and it was all over. The quiet, faint sobbing and the hushed talking from the other room did little to add to the lustful ambience, but the wealthy, perverted kitsune merchant had long since learnt to block out such things and enjoy the thrill of the moment-- that, in this case, being the tired, semi-happy expression of a recently fucked Amurrun girl. Was she 9 or 10? Den should have been listening, but he'd lost count of the number of times he'd pumped and dumped the impoverished of the Warrens. Delightful as they were, part of him yearned for something more...but honestly, a lot of that was just post-orgasm clarity. The usual proceedings occurred shortly thereafter, though Den relished making them come into the room to see their used daughter, as well as having to watch the sight of him 'clean up' with a rag. He told them the money they'd receive-- a not-so-light 600 gold, for the near-hysterical mother had taken some convincing-- and then promptly left, with the confidence that his right-hand man and 'shadow' to deposit the cash in hand in his stead, both for his own safety and because he was getting bored and hanging around. It was then, to his surprise, that he was a familiar face, someone he thought he might never see again...who was meant to be having such a wonderful new life in the Domestic Quarter, not wandering out here in the streets of what was once their original home. "Rush?" The boy's head lifted and turned to spot a familiar face in turn and his eyes lift up, before the smile that threatened to spread across his face faded. Den is...admittedly rather confused; it's been several weeks since Rush was yet another one of his 'ventures' in the Warrens, where he offers life-changing gold to unsuspecting parents in exchange for the virginity, or just generally the warm hole, of their children. Of all the boys he'd encountered, Rush had been...interesting, both in part due to his nativity and charming, positive nature, but also in part due to the alluring and still arousing encounter that had involved Rush's father, Sketch, joining in on the fun for some well-earned extra gold, that Den had no problems with spending. He thought about that encounter from time to time...but his thoughts about it at that moment mattered little. The merchant man strode across the Warren's streets towards the boy, clad in different garments than before: he opted for a crimson red jacket and trousers, with a flowing black cloak with a hood, should the need arise. It made him look something of a cardinal, if he added a little more white to the outfit, and the thought titillated him. "I didn't expect to find you here," The Kitsune remarked, squatting down a little so he was closer, but not exactly level with, Rush's eye line. "What, no smile for me?" It was clear that Rush was still a bit wary; a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he was coaxed, betraying his nerves, but it immediately faded shortly thereafter. Den tilted his head and made a point of acting like he was confused, which he partly was, and that seemed to prod Rush in the right direction; he squirmed on the spot ever so slightly. Honestly, the Kitsune only wanted to know why he was here out of morbid curiosity-- he wasn't all that concerned. "I, um...just wanted to be reminded of home," He started sheepishly, but when the Kitsune frowned he relented. "I'm not doing so well in school in the Domestic Quarter. I can't keep up with the work and the other kids are bullying you." "I'm sorry to hear that," Den said a little dismissively, but he pressed further. "Surely your father is helping you, right?" "Um..." Rush shifted on the spot, looking down at his feet. "I haven't seen him much. He makes dinner but he doesn't talk to me...and he's been drinking a lot. Lots of really clear drinks that make him sleepy." It wasn't hard to put two and two together, and the thought made Den grimace a little bit; he could easily surmise that Rush's father had become a little withdrawn, taken to alcohol, but why? The answer was obvious to Den, who had seen it so many times before, from all manner of parents-- it was guilt, pure and simple. With a sigh, Den straightened himself up and looked down at the boy, offering him a smile of sympathy. News of Rush's situation was both informative and inspiring; Den had no idea things would turn out the way they did, but in light of it, he saw an opportunity...one that would take some planning. "Why don't I see what I can do?" He said to the boy, who looked apprehensive of his words, considering what he 'did' last time. "I can't gaurantee anything, but maybe I can help." "Um..." Rush nervously shifted on the spot, but resigned to it. "Okay." "Again, no promises." Den insisted, tempted to ruffle the boy's head; he instead relented and brushed himself down, straightening his kinked clothes from squatting down. "Well...I'm afraid I must be going, business to attend to and such...get some home, would you, Rush?" "Yes, sir." Rush bowed briefly, showing his respect, before he turned and continued walking, though at a notably faster pace than before. He didn't look over his shoulder as he went, but it did seem like he was a little eager to get away, where possible. Den watched him go for a moment before he turned, heading down the dingy little street until he reached a quiet and dark space between two sets of buildings. He paused by the entrance, momentarily lost in thought. "Singe." From the shadows, a hooded figure stepped forwards, just enough for their black hood and obscured face to be visible in the light of the sun above them. "My Lord." The figure greets Den like a monarch and Den waved a hand, looking like he wanted to cringe, but he instead smiled. "Follow that boy for a time," He began. "When he is most vulnerable, and easiest to catch, take him somewhere. Give him a good show...I'm sure you know what I mean. I've a plan, but you'll know it when you see it. When you've found a secure spot and have him there, inform me-- be as playful as you like." "Sir." The man bowed and stepped back into the shadows, disappearing from sight. If anyone actually walked into the alley, they'd find no one there at all, almost as if the man was a ghost. The smirk played on Den's muzzle still, inevitably stretching into a wide grin. He couldn't wait to set his plan into motion. This was the most fun he'd had in a while. ---------- x x x ---------- "Father, I'm home." The lack of response that greeted him told Rush all he needed to know about his father's current mental state. As he stepped into their 500-square-foot home in the Domestic Quarter, the smell of alcohol hit him immediately. His eyes grazed over the room towards the kitchenette on the left side of the room, its counters snugly fitting beneath big, wide-curtained windows. To his relief, there were no spilt bottles, no shattered glass...of all days, this one was going to be the easiest. Perhaps he wasn't as drunk as Rush thought...it was that optimism that might inevitably be the young Ysoki's downfall. He finds his father sitting at the table. At least he made the effort to make some food; it was around dinner time, and two plates of food, thankfully still warm, sat on the table. It looked to be steamed potatoes and a few strips of meat, something that was hard to come by. Rush wondered if they'd put the money they'd gotten from the Kitsune man to food use or not, but it was hard to say; he didn't have a grasp on economics. He wandered up to the table and pulled himself up into one of the seats, sitting before one of the plates. He picked at the food with a fork, examining it for a moment-- a force of habit from their time in the Warrens, having to sift through rotten food-- and started to eat. Of all things, Sketch, his father, was still trying to do things a father should...and of all the things Rush appreciated, amidst the dislike for his drinking, was that his dad cooked warm food. The meat was well done and not juicy, but Rush liked it that way. "Um...dad," Rush began, glancing at his father, watching as the older Ysoki just stared down at the bottle in his hand. "You haven't touched your food." "Don't worry about it." Sketch said after a moment, lifting the bottle and swigging the alcohol. Rush watched him for a moment, grimacing, before he looked down at his food. "...I don't like it when you drink." He mumbled. "You get all cranky and mean. You won't even play with me anymore...the kids at school bully me, too. I'm...I feel really lonely." For a moment Sketch didn't say anything. Whether it was because he was too drunk to pay attention or whether he just didn't know what to say, Rush couldn't be sure...but it made him uneasy to see his father just sitting there staring down at his food. His expression was both vacant and strangely melancholy, but also irritable. It was difficult for a kid as young as Rush to understand all those feelings-- he just wanted his dad. "Dad..." Rush continued, trying to press his father further. "Are you...okay?" "I'm fine. Just eat your dinner." Sketch argued, blocking himself off emotionally, though to Rush it just felt like a rejection. "Please--" He began, but a sudden bang made him jolt and sit upright, his eyes wide. His father had slammed his bottle against the table, but it hadn't broke...regardless, the noise was loud enough to make the cub freeze. Sketch had never been like this before. "Get off my ass!" He raised his voice just a little, glaring at his son, before he faltered and softened, realising what he'd just done. He looked away, down at his bottle, and he turned to get up from his chair, moving over towards an armchair he'd bought that sat in the corner, on the opposite side of the room, near a small bookshelf. "Just finish your food and go to bed." He muttered in a mixture of dark timbre and sadness, slumping into the seat. Rush sat there, stunned, before he looked down at this food. It was warm before...now it just felt cold and tasteless. He ate it nonetheless, but he didn't feel the love and warmth he wanted from it. He shovelled it down quickly to fill his belly and then pushed his plate away, rising from the chair. Unlike what his father demanded, he didn't just go to bed; he instead turned back to the front door and padded towards it, pulling it open and stepping through. What stung the most was that his father didn't even notice...and if he had, Rush had a feeling he wouldn't say anything. At that moment, the boy needed to clear his head. It was needed, his young thoughts turbulent and his feelings ultimately hurt. It felt like, no matter how nicely he dressed, how clean his fur was, he'd always be tarred with the brush of 'Warren-dweller' by his peers, and he couldn't even rely on his dad for backup. The thought made him sniffle, his eyes moist with tears-- what he needed was someone to look up to, but his role model was in no fit state to be one. Little did he know that he was being followed in the darkness, by one he may have seen before, but the others...entirely not. They kept a good distance from him as he moved past window after window until he was eventually in the darker areas of the Domestic Quarter, where people were already asleep for the night, or out and away on nightly trips. In the darkest corners of the Domestic Quarter, even the most treacherous and dangerous individuals could find a home...in the Warrens, Rush was used to the wrong spots, but the same couldn't be said for this place. In the end, that was his mistake. A hand clasped around his mouth in an instant, quieting any noise of surprise and fear that came from him as a large, adult hand cupped around his stomach, lifting him off his feet so he couldn't resist or try to drag himself away. He had no idea who the figure is, or what they wanted with him, but every carnal fear within him bubbled to the surface as his vision blurred, and his body turned around and swung. The sight of the streets and houses before him started to move away as he was dragged backwards, before he was swung to the side and pulled into a narrow passage between two utterly dark buildings. Whether there were people inside or not didn't seem to matter. After a moment or two, Rush was finally let go, but not in a nice manner. He was pushed up against one of the brick walls of the more sturdily built houses of the Domestic Quarter, and he sucked in a breath from the sharp pain that met his shoulder and hip from where his clothed body connected with stone, and he flung around, adrenaline fuelling him enough to move, if only barely. There, he came face to face with three men, and presumed the one in the middle to be the main aggressor. He couldn't make them out in the darkness, but some stroke of luck, or perhaps the opposite, caused the moon above to slip out of its cover behind the clouds and illuminate their frames enough for him to make out their core features, though not details therein. The person in the middle was a Ysoki like him, with black fur and gleaming green eyes-- unbeknownst to him, it was Den's right-hand man. The other two were snickering hired thugs, though to Rush they were just two more aggressors: a Kholo, hyena-like in appearance with a hunched shoulder area, and a lanky, dexterous Vanara, closely related to monkeys. It ultimately didn't matter the finer features of them, because Rush didn't get the chance to even make them out before they were upon him. As soon as their hands touched his body, he could tell what they wanted, what they hungered for-- he squirmed and immediately thrashes against them as fear welled up to his throat, coming out in a wild cry. Three sets of adult hands were far stronger than his own and they pulled, some roughly shoving him against the wall to keep him compliant, and others yanking and pulling at his clothes that his father had so meticulously picked out with their gold. Under their assault, the clothes tore easily, shredding and ripping in small bouts at first until a forceful yank, combined with rough hands forcing his back and head against the wall, caused a strip to pull free from his tunic in one long tear. Rush quivered as the cold air hit his chest, and the rest of his clothes didn't remain for long. "H-Hel--" Rush tried to call for help, but a hand quickly clamped over his mouth before he could even finish the word, and the other pulled him from the wall. The sound of quiet laughter, chuckles barely above whispers, made the young Ysoki's skin crawl as he was pulled around, his arms uncomfortable twisting as they yanked the remainder of his top from his person, tossing it further into the gap between the buildings out of sight. His pants came next, and they knew he'd put up a fight. One of them-- god knows who, for their silhouettes blocked out most of the light-- lifted his legs and into the air, where he struggled and kicked out his feet as best they could whilst other hands pulled at the hem of his cloth pants, snapping the little piece of cord that held them up from force alone. A sob came through his covered, muffled muzzle as the pants easily slid down his legs and towards his ankles, where they were clumsily, and roughly, meandered them around his ankles and tossed them aside too, where they soaked in the cold of the night on the dirty floor. "Such a tight piece of tail," One of them spoke, their voice light and airy, yet dripping with malice and perversion. "I can't wait and pump and dump." "You'll wait your turn. I get first dibs." Another grunted, and the growl that came from the first seemed to indicate they didn't get along well. Rush tried to take advantage of the situation by struggling, but he was surprised when they let go of his legs and suddenly tossed him to the floor-- well, 'tossed' was a generous term. It was more like they unceremoniously dropped him between their bodies, and without so much as a moment to breathe, there was a swift and cruel kick to his naked stomach. Rush gasped, clutching at his body and the wind escaped his lungs. He could barely breathe, and wasn't even able to make a sound. With that, he felt hands on him again. Feet scuffled on the ground and cloth scraped against stone as those hands grabbed at his hips and rolled him, forcing him onto his back, though he hadn't the strength to fight back when he couldn't even suck air into his lungs. He tried to kick out his legs, but they were so easily forced apart that he might as well have been complying. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but a squeak escaped him when he felt thick fingers around his mouth again, clamping his muzzle shut. It seemed to be an entirely new set of hands, for the ones on his legs remained still, keeping him firmly spread before one withdrew. He didn't know where it went, but he soon found out when he felt a hard mass pressed against his inner thigh. He vividly remembered his time with the Kitsune merchant, remembered how it hurt...but at least, in that scenario, he had been in a better state of mind. At this particular moment, all he felt was unbridled panic. The mass pressed firmly to his thigh and then smeared down, passing his tiny balls and nudging beneath his taint at the telltale spot of his hole, but the angle was all wrong, and it was too dry. His aggressor sensed both of these things, and as the presumed cock withdrew, Rush reached up to claw at the hand covering his mouth, finding it fuzzy and furry to the touch, leading him to believe it was the Kholo keeping him quiet. He heard the slick, wet sounds of something for a moment before a hand slid under his rump, sticky with something that easily dried against the fur near the base of his tail. His ass was lifted to the appropriate angle and he scrunched up his face as he felt the mass push between his cheeks, this time at a better, more successful angle. He struggled with all his might, putting as much energy as he could into moving, into getting away, to the point where extra hands had to hold down his body. "Hey, isn't this a little fucked up?" One of them whispered. "I didn't think he'd struggle so much..." "Speak for yourself. I want that cute little ass." Another spoke, but they both grew silent when a grunt came from the third, his voice low and deep, and Rush understood it belonged to the one between his legs for, shortly after, he felt the head of that dick pierce his hole, forcing its way inside. The young Ysoki let out a cry against that clasping hand and strained to try and break free from the hands holding him down, both out of instinct from the pain and also the fear and panic he felt, the violation of his body. He whimpered and let out a weak little squeak as the cock slid deeper, not stopping for even a second, yet not moving all that fast as the man shoved inch after inch, wanting Rush to take it all. It wasn't long before the member was halfway in, and despite meeting resistance in the 8-year-old's tiny body, the cock continued to stuff deeper, until it was almost entirely inside, save for the last half-inch near the base of the man's cock. Rush could feel the member vividly twitching within him, throbbing up and down and stretching his hole past its afforded limits. They held it there for a moment, almost like they wanted him to feel it, before they abruptly yanked back, like tearing off an old bandage. The feeling made Rush cry out and he strained, his body tensing from the sensation, but they didn't stop, and they weren't gentle. The hands spreading his legs apart curled tightly around his knees and clenched way too harshly, claws threatening to dig into his skin as the cock slid back. His hole clamped down fiercely and gripped as it pulled back, mostly out of instinct, and his hole seared from the pain of being forcibly fucked. He sucked in a breath through his nose and cried out as loud as he could around that clasping hand, but no amount of noise to could his call for help pierce the veil of those clasped fingers, that simply gripped tighter as the man in his behind starts to thrust, roughly and quickly picking up into a moderately-paced rhythm. Each pound of the man's hips sent spikes of pain up his young body and he spasmed in ways that he didn't like, his innards flexing in a way that made him nauseous. After a few moments, Rush was sure he could feel something else on his face, but he was too numb from the pain in his ass to even register it at first, not until moisture prickled his fur, seeping against the skin between his eyes. He was sure that hard mass was just another cock teasing his body, and the thought made him uneasy, as well as nervous and violated. He had no idea where the third aggressor was, but it didn't really matter, for his attention turned back to that incredible, body-numbing pain that made his entire body tense and go limp with each thrust. The man in his behind started to thrust faster, he could feel it from the increasing frequency of pulsing spasms of agony in his body, coupled with lustful, perverted groans of passion. "Oooh fuck, I'm gonna bust..." The man muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. The wet sounds of pre-cum and spit smearing around his cock grew more pronounced the longer he violated the boy, and those squeezing hands on Rush's legs started to find with the intensity of how much they gripped, and Rush was sure he must be bleeding given how painful it was. He squealed beneath that grasping hand as it all hurt more and more, until with a final plunge the man settled inside him, pressed up against his ass. Rush could feel warmth and heavy throbs, and the sensation made his body tingle, though not in a good way. He sniffled against the hand covering his mouth as he came to the realisation that the man had finished inside him so unceremoniously. The one saving grace was that the man didn't linger; once he'd milked the remainder of his orgasm, he pulled back and slid out of the cub's hole with a sickening pop from that squeezing ring combined with the fluids that smeared along Rush's insides. The young Ysoki hoped that'd be the end of it, but as it turned out, that wasn't the case; he was barely afforded a handful of seconds as the man relinquished his grip on his legs and a feeling of relief washed through him as the pain subsided, before another man forced themselves upon him. They flipped him over and a hand pressed down on top of his head, forcing his muzzle into the cobblestones, where the dirt smeared against his fur. A hand roughly grabbed under his stomach and yanked him up onto his knees, and the cub's muscles trembled as he felt another hand grab his ass and spread it again, gripping far too harshly for him to not cry out-- but unlike the hand that initially covered his muzzle, he could afford to be a little louder, though not that much, for the hand kept his muzzle face-first into the ground. They forced their way into him again, of that he was fairly sure, and pain seared him again as he was pushed beyond his limits and kept the inexplicable discomfort again. The agony and anguish etched into his very bones as they started to thrust hard and fast, much quicker than the first guy, and with much more reckless abandon, to the point where even the Ysoki's cheeks jiggled with each forceful pound, each slap of his hips against Rush's body. Rush thought he might be forced into that position for a while, but to his surprise, the third and final man was growing impatient; he feels hands pulling at his shoulders and there was a whisper of irritation and conversation above him, but he was too dizzy with pain, too delirious and disassociating too much to pay attention to what they're saying...after a handful of moments, however, he felt the grip on his head loosen, and he was allowed to rise. There, he came face to face with another man's crotch. Rush thought he might have time to cry out, to scream for help, but a finger forced his mouth open, forced him to make nothing more than an unpronounced cry before his muzzle was stuffed with a thick appendage, not unlike the others. It forced its way into his mouth and past his teeth, and out of fear Rush didn't bite down-- he'd seen plenty of scuffles in the Warrens over people attacking each other's junk to know better, and he didn't want another punch in the gut, or worse. On the bright side, the taste of the man's dick was inoffensive; it wasn't unpleasant, but he wasn't craving it either. The member slid all the way to the back of his throat and didn't even hesitate to shove further down, greeting the three rapists to the gagging sounds of the cub's young throat. This wasn't the first time he'd been spit-roasted, but that didn't mean he was used to it, nor did he enjoy it, for obvious reasons. As the one in his ass pounded away with little care for the boy's wellbeing, the other in front of him did the same, shoving into his throat and stretching it with every thrust, forcing Rush to gag on it and suck in breaths wherever possible, but that was few and far between. He couldn't even make a noise other than whimpered, muffled groans when the cock slid back enough to clear his airway and allow him to utter a sound, but as he had to juggle between breathing and complaining, the former became the more common option as time went on. Those hands gripped, claws, scratched at his skin and made him tremble with a mixture of fear and pain as they relentlessly used him, abusing his hole. Fortunately, or perhaps not, neither man was going to last all that long; the first was the one in his mouth, so taken with his squeezing throat, so lustful in his movements, that he started to grunt with a greater fervency after not that long at all. He pumped and thrust without any care for the cub's gagging noises, or the slowly dwindling amounts of oxygen. The man thrust barely a handful of moments before he shoved and yanked Rush's muzzle to his crotch, letting out a heavy half-groan, half-sigh. His cock throbbed powerfully within the boy's throat and shot down into his throat, pumping spurt after spurt into his violated stomach. Rush tried to reach up to push him back, struggling against the sheer force, and the fact he couldn't even take a breath, but the man didn't care. The other, meanwhile, continued to hump away, the wet slick sounds of sex becoming more and more audible as more pre-cum oozed from his length and his pistoning cock smeared it, along with the fluids from the last guy, into a slurry that leaked from the used hole and down Rush's young balls. For a moment, the 8-year-old thought he might pass out, his vision going blurry and his head becoming light as the man, whoever he was, kept him against his crotch, wanting to milk every last drop of his nut. Eventually, however, he pulled back and slid from the cub's throat, groaning with delight at the feeling of that throat and tongue grazing his length as he popped the head of his cock from Rush's lips. The Ysoki gasped and gagged, coughing violently and hanging his head as the man made a point of slapping his dick against the top of Rush's head, like he was teasing him. The cub couldn't help but let out a cry amidst his coughing, vividly aware of the pain in his rump and throat, but he didn't have to wait for long for that man to be done either. He could feel each digit clenching and gripping his ass, cutting the flesh, searing the skin in ways he hadn't experienced before, until a final push ended it all. The man thrust so hard that Rush's arms gave out from under him and his upper torso flopped forwards, his face bouncing off the stone as he felt the painful pumps and throbs of seed in his behind, mingling with the first load. The man sighed, heavy and carnal, pulling back and shoving harshly forward to coax more drops of cum from his dick before he yanked back and unceremoniously pulled out completely. Droplets of fluid smeared across the fur on Rush's cheeks before those hands loosened and pushed, forcing the boy onto his side. The Ysoki instinctively curled up and sniffled, covering his head with his hand and tucking his knees up to his chest. "P-Please let me go, please..." He blubbered between sobs. "It hurts, I'm sorry..." "What do you wanna do with him?" One of them asked, though he had no idea who. There was a moment of silence where nothing seemed to happen, at least to Rush-- but what actually occurred was one of the men taking out and brandishing a knife, its steel glinting in the moonlight. "I think we need to finish what we started. Now that we've had our fill...it's time to start cutting. I'm sure a kid's balls will sell well on the market." As the words left his lips, Rush let out a wail-- he didn't want to get cut up and sold! He wanted to go home, back to his dad! He wanted to be saved! He needed a hero! It was like his wish came true. He didn't see it at first, but the flash of light that illuminated the hallway caught his attention and peeked through his arms, eyes wide, as a streak of magic shot through the air from the other side of the alleyway directly toward him. To him, it looked like a majestic fireball, threatening to sizzle all the bad guys away...but to the more than aware aggressors, it was just a ploy, part of the plot. The magic hit one of them square the chest and he made a show of crying out in pain and staggering back, disappearing into the shadows of the alley whilst, but it didn't actually do any damage. Another magic spell shot down the alley soon after the first, catching the other two rapists off guard. "Shit, a mage! Let's get out of here!" One of them cried, orchestrating his line well, and Rush watched in disbelief as the man retreated from him and disappeared out into the main street, sprinting down into the darkness of the outskirts of the Domestic Quarter beyond, out of sight. Rush heard their receding footsteps and a wave of relief and complete agony washed over him. He resisted the urge to wail loudly for his father as he heard the approaching footsteps of another...he had no idea who it was. "Rush?" A familiar voice seeped into his brain as his vision blurred. The adrenaline was wearing off as relief settled his bones. Before the figure had even approached, Rush was already passed out. ---------- x x x ---------- He awoke sore. His entire body ached, but not in an utterly agonising way. It was an ache that he could manage and sustain through sheer willpower alone, and as he stirred, Rush focused on other matters...namely, how he was in the warmth and comfort of what felt like a bed too lavish for his own. His fingers grazed through what felt like soft, silken sheets. His legs were cradled by something plush yet firm, and his head sank into a softness like no other. All those senses hit him at once...but where his senses came, so too did his memories. The men. The fear. The instinct to jolt upright overtook him, but he somehow managed to resist. Instead, he slowly pushed himself into a relatively upright position, using his arms to prop himself up as he inspected his surroundings. He was in a very lavish room, definitely, not something his father would own-- it was better suited to someone with a lot more money. Directly across from him sat a vanity table, and opposite that on the other wall a big, ornate wardrobe. The window was wide open, but the sun hadn't yet risen-- it must have been the middle of the night. A light chill from a nightly breeze spread to the entire room, but the humid air of the summer from the open window reached the bed he was laying on, the bedsheets pure white and the silk covering his naked body red in colour. His clothes were nowhere to be found, and as he jerked his head to the right, he finally spotted a figure hunched in a chair, looking like they were asleep. He very quickly recognised it as someone he knew; it was the kitsune merchant...what was his name? Den? Rush cleared his throat, and that was enough for him to stir in his seat, eyes blearily opening. He registered Rush rather quickly and straightened, looking almost embarrassed that he was caught falling asleep. "Rush. You're awake," The kitsune moved forwards and shifted, lifting the chair to bring it closer to the bed. "Are you okay? How are you feeling? It feels like only this morning that I saw you...was it this morning?" "I...Um, I think it was. I don't know," Rush winced. "It hurts...a lot." "I don't blame you...do you remember what happened?" Den pressed further, and Rush had to think about it for a moment. "I was talking to my dad, and he got angry...and I got upset and left...and then..." The realisation dawned on him as the memories rushed through him, before he blinked over at the kitsune. "You...You did magic. You threw....was it you?" "Guilty." Den smiled sheepishly, and he raised his head, flourishing his digits. Flame puffed at the palm of his hand and snaked around his fingers before turning and twisting into a more bluer flame, mixed with tingles of sparkles and deliberate flair. It was done to try and impress the boy, but he quickly realised he didn't need to do much; just from the flame alone, Rush was enamoured, his eyes sparkling with complete and utter awe. Den turned his hand towards Rush as the flame disappeared, and Rush watched when the kitsune put his hand on the boy's thigh. Warmth and relief rushed over the cub's body, and he felt the ache in his body begin to fade ever so slightly, replaced by what felt like a relatively normal feeling...it felt good. "Is that...?" He began to ask, his eyes widening at the thought. "Healing magic." Den answered him with a smile and the cub couldn't help but to gasp, surprised-- he hadn't met anyone who'd done healing magic before. Den looked at him for a moment before casting his eyes down and looking back up at Rush, a grimace crossing his features. "I'm sorry..." Den shook his head. "I'm sorry for what happened to you. If you father had been more present, if he'd kept you home...maybe that wouldn't have happened." Rush faltered for a moment at the thought...it made sense. If his father had kept him home, then maybe that wouldn't have happened to him. His first instinct was to believe that thought, and all it did was make his anger for his father grew...but it also made him sad. He felt his stomach twist and shit in ways he didn't understand, with feelings he couldn't explain. He looked up at Den, who stared down at him with sorrowful eyes, having already moved towards the bed. Rush's instinct was to lean into him, to shift himself closer until his shoulder pressed against Den's awaiting arm. Den lowered his head, bringing it closer to the boy, and Rush thought he might hug him. Instead, the kitsune raised his other hand, reaching up to cup his boy's chin, angling it up towards his face...and just like that, he kissed him. Den's muzzle pressed to his and he stole the 8-year-old's first-ever kiss. Rush's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, or peculiar...instead, there was nothing but pleasant feelings. Being kissed was...nice, and he had to wonder why he hadn't done it before. He slowly closed his eyes and felt Den press further against him, pushing his muzzle deeper and using his hand to keep the 8-year-old there. After a moment, the fox's lips parted and he pushed his tongue against Rush's muzzle, forcing him to open up, just a little. Den seized the opportunity to press deeper, and his tongue shoved, stuffing itself into the boy's maw. Rush liked the kiss at first, but the tongue made it weird. He let out an immature grunt as the tongue smeared around his own, and he slowly forced himself to pull back, his hand reaching up to lever Den's own off his chin. Sensing his unease, the kitsune immediately pulled back, not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable...after all, Den's entire plan was to get the boy on his side, to manipulate and butter him up...to inevitably claim him as his own. "It's a shame," He began quietly, glancing to the side. "That you couldn't offer me a reward for being your saviour...but that's okay." Rush's face crinkled in a way that made him guilty and uneasy. He felt bad for not being to able to offer a reward, but he was also an intuitive 8-year-old-- considering the last time the two of them met was particularly 'intimate', he had a good idea what the man wanted, since he enjoyed it so much last time. But that, the concept of it, the reality of it, made him uncomfortable, but seeing his saviour disappointed in him made him even more so. "I, um..." He began awkwardly, shifting in his seat and looking down at his hands. "If you want to, um, do that thing again..." Den's eyes widened and a grin spread across his face at how receptive the boy was being-- he wasn't expecting him to be so easy to manipulate, but as it turned out, he had to put on very little pressure. He lifted his hand to slowly press it to the cub's chest, coaxing him into laying down before dragging his digits over his naked body and towards the hem of the blankets. His muzzle twisted and moved past Rush's head towards his neck, where he brushed his mouth down as his hand curled and found purchase against the edge of the blankets. "Just relax..." Den assured him. "Why don't I start by making you feel good?" Rush watched as Den peeled back to covers to reveal his small little humanoid-shaped cock, flaccid as can be...though it didn't stay that way for long, for Den's muzzle brushed against it and the 8-year-old's prepubescent body and self-aware mind were more than aware of what that touch meant, how sexual it was. Blood swelled to his member rather quickly and it slowly began to stiffen just from the graze alone. "W...Will it feel good?" Rush hadn't really put two and two together when it came to cumming hands-free before and now, so it was no surprise he was confused. Den glanced up at him for a moment before he slowly brought out his tongue, dragging it ever so slowly over the boy's length, from base to tip. Rush trembled in a way that could only be described as inexplicable pleasure-- Den wasn't lying when he said it'd feel good. It took very little effort for Den to get him hard, and in a matter of moments, Rush's cock was small and stiff, twitching madly under just a little licking. Den watched his cock for a moment before parting his muzzle, bringing his lips over the top of the member. "T-That's...oooh...." Rush huffed, his eyelids fluttering before they closed entirely. He can't help but to rock his hips up a little bit, pushing against Den's muzzle, and with a grunt the kitsune reached out and put a hand on the boy's hip, pushing him back down. He growled, almost possessively, and licked his lips as he brought his head down and slathered his tongue across the cub's little dick again, feeling it wildly spasm against his probing appendage. He relished the way the boy squirmed under his body, wanting more, eager to move and shift, yet unable to do more than let Den have his way. The cub's breathing became heavy rather quickly and he started to whimper, his hands curling into fists and his body tensing up. Den could tell already from the little gasps of pleasure that Rush had something of a hair trigger, and he presumed it was largely thanks to his lack of experience...regardless, the more that he licked the greater Rush's whimpers of fervency became, until he was practically shaking in his laid-down position. That pre-pubescent cock madly bounced like it was resisting and squirming away from Den's slathering tongue, and after a few moments, the kitsune was forced to bend his muzzle upwards so he could bow down onto it, gliding the young cock along his tongue and taking it into his muzzle. As it turned out, that was all Rush needed; a heavy groan escaped the boy as his legs instinctively squeezed together and his knees straightened and stretched out, his breaths coming out in hot, heavy pants until he flopped, abruptly relaxing against Den's touch. The adult kitsune would tell from the way that dick rhythmically pulsed in his mouth that he'd cum-- Den had fraternised with enough men to be familiar with orgasms by now. Rush groaned, shuddered, and finally paused, his eyes closing as he sucked in a deep breath and then sighed, relaxing his entire body. Den rolled his tongue around the little pulsations of that climaxing cock until he heard the 8-year-old grunt with discomfort, his young cock sensitive after one of its few orgasms. Slowly the kitsune pulled back, crawling himself back up the cub's body and sliding into a position beside him on the bed whilst his hand reached out to roam and touch, exploring his naked front whilst moving up to his chest. "How was it?" Den asked quietly, his loins aching, tingling, begging to be let free...but he resisted, if only for now. "It was..." Rush panted. "Mmh, it felt so good...I'm sleepy..." "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Den chuckled, his voice filled with enough warmth to put Rush at ease. "That's another great service I've done for you, Rush...wouldn't it be a shame if you couldn't pay me back in some way?" The young Ysoki peeked one eye open to look up at the kitsune, who flashed him his see in sort of a faux-grin that, frankly, Rush didn't realise was not all that genuine. He was, at least, aware enough to realise that he should reciprocate in some way. His sheepish expression was easily read by the kitsune, who reached a hand down, snaking it across Rush's body, before moving to his leg. He cupped a hand under his thigh and lifted it up, exposing the pinkish hole that lay beneath. Rush squirmed, clearly a little uncomfortable, but he didn't shy away from Den's touch, nor did he say no-- there was discomfort there, that much was clear, but the horny adult overlooked it, wanting nothing more than to stick his cock in...and with the boy so receptive, so understanding of Den's need for a 'reward', how could he not? With the hole exposed, Den briefly had to reach down and unfasten what little was left of his clothes-- a pair of sleek pantaloons and the underwear beneath it, for the most part-- and once free, his cock stood to attention, knotted and desperate for a nice, warm crevice. It twitched eagerly in the air, at a near-horizontal angle parallel to Den's laid-down body, and with a grunt the kitsune returned his hand to the 8-year-old's thigh, sneaking his other arm under him to cup around his naked chest. Rush squeaked and moved, forced to lay on his side with his back to the man, and he tensed as he felt the tapering end of the vulpine's knotted cock smearing in between his cheeks, angled in the perfect direction without Den's input. With a slight nudge, it shifted from the flesh betwixt Rush's cheeks directly up against the hole, and the kitsune groaned, leaning his head down to rub and nuzzle his cheek against the cub's forehead, having to bend to do so. "Are you ready?" He asked quietly, and Rush glanced at him out the corner of his eye before he nodded, sucking in a breath to brace himself. Sensing his tension, Den paused for just a moment so he could mentally prepare, no doubt going through thoughts and recollections of trauma in his mind, before he lined up and pushed. Immediately, he felt Rush tremble, but it was hard to tell if it was from fear or anticipation...but despite his movements, Rush kept firmly still as best he could, whimpering quietly under his breath as the kitsune's cock slowly slid into him. The man groaned, leaning his head down and kissing along Rush's head where he'd just nuzzled as he started to push, sliding himself deeper. Those inner walls felt used and delightful, and they spasmed with pain as Rush fought the sensations of violation, but Den pushed forwards, a groan escaping him at how delightfully warm and strangely a little loose it was. He slid until his knot kissed with that hole, marvelling at how easy it was to slide all the way to the base, and part of him was hopeful that he'd be able to tie with the cub-- in fact, he was sure of it. Slowly he slid back and started to thrust, his hand tenderly cradling the 8-year-old's body whilst his fingers curled and squeezed the flesh of Rush's thigh. He pumped, humping with slow and methodical movements that quickly picked up speed once he was sure his thrusts could glide so easily inside him. He listened attentively to the way Rush whimpered and huffed, wincing briefly with every other thrust and occasionally grunting with a little bit of discomfort as Den used him. The kitsune couldn't help but groan; Rush was being so receptive, so inviting, and he couldn't help but enjoy fucking a young cub who was willing to be fucked...the manipulation was just icing on the cake, but there was more he could do, more he could enjoy...yet for that, he needed more than just Rush. He picked up his rhythm considerably, lapsing from the slow and methodical thrusts into short, rapid humps as his breathing quickened; he didn't think he'd get this close this fast, but he wasn't about to slow down and try to savour it, not when it felt that good, especially in conjunction with Rush's little whimpers and huffs of mixed pain and pleasure-- sure, his insides still hurt from being violated, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that he felt when that slightly-above-average-sized cock rubbed against his prostate, nudging in ways that made Rush's loins tingle...but all the pleasure in the world couldn't stop the stinging sensations and the spiking agony that made his whole body tense with every other thrust. As Den continued, pre-cum oozed and lubed up his thrusts further until each thrust of his knot against that used hole made slick, wet slaps that, coupled with Rush's tender whimpering, were like music to the kitsune's ears. "Almost there, boy, almost..." Den urged, his fingers curling slightly against that fluffy stomach as he pumped and bucked, his toes curling against the bedsheets as his bent leg tried to find purchase with his thrusts and his hips bucked wildly. He was so close to tying; he could feel it in the way the boy's ring stretched, instinctively accommodating the knot as it mashed against his hole. He knew in that with just a few more thrusts, that ring would force itself to fit around his bulbous base, and the very thought sent such a strong and intoxicating intensity through him that it made him want to cum already. He groaned against Rush's neck, growling quietly shortly thereafter as he thrust forwards harder, going at what he already felt was his maximum speed. His breathing hitched and quickened as Rush gasped and strained against him a little, letting out slowly intensifying cries of discomfort with each hard buck until, finally, he pushed with all his might. Rush's tight little young ring stretched, spasmed and flexed against that knot, but all the sticky pre-cum of their sex, and his already stretched and barely-recovered muscles, made it almost remarkably easy for his hole to stretch, forced to wrap around the thickest part of the knot. Rush should have felt some kind of pain, but it all happened so quickly; as soon as the knot passed over the most uncomfortable point, it slammed the rest in with ease, and Den sighed with delight as he finally tied with the boy. He wasn't quite there yet, however, and had to hump and pushed just a few more times, nudging his member inside the 8-year-old's small frame and massaging the flesh of those walls around his cock until, finally, he felt himself tipping over the edge. "Oooh, good boy..." Den purred as his member throbbed with his final thrust, and with a shudder he abruptly climaxed. Thick spurts of seed shot straight into the cub's innards, splattering up into the deep recesses of his young, violated body and intermingling with whatever remaining remnants of the night before still lay within his little figure. Each pump and spurt sent spikes of warmth up the young Ysoki's body and made him shiver with the sensation, but the discomfort he felt outweighed whatever pleasantries he felt from pleasing the man...but he neither vocalised the feeling nor embraced it. Instead, he turned his head and glanced up at the man, seeing his happy expression, his closed eyes and flushed face all but indicative of how much he enjoyed it. Den very rarely got to tie, though Rush didn't know what. The kitsune's arm cuddled the Ysoki tightly as he relaxed his body down and stretched his cocked leg out, humming his pleasure as his balls unloaded shot after shot into the boy's body, nursed by the flexing spasms around his knot. Den twisted his head to lean it against the pillows and breathed a sigh through his nose, glad to have finally cum, but he shifted a little when he heard the Ysoki sniffle. Instinctively, he curled his arm tight and pushed in close, pressing his clothed chest against Rush's naked own. "There, there, young Rush..." He murmured. "I won't let anything happen to you from now on, that I can promise you...and I always keep my promises, don't I?" Rush felt tears welling up in his eyes and he couldn't stop the sob that came from his mouth, one of joy, of safety, despite the pain he was in. He felt the man's arm snake up to hug around his chest, and in that moment Rush felt like he'd found another father, one that would take care of him...and in the same breath, his true father lost more and more respect in his eyes. ---------- x x x ---------- "Excuse me, have you seen a young Ysoki that looks like me? About half my height, answers to Rush...no...? Okay, thank you for your time. Sorry for the trouble." He'd been looking all night. After his rush with his son, Sketch had quickly sobered up when the boy left and tried to chase after him, but by the time he'd actually left their home to go looking, Rush was nowhere to be found. Multiple times throughout the night, he'd come back home to see if Rush had returned and gone to sleep, but he grew more and more concerned with each time he came home to find it empty. Initially, he could do very little to actively ask around without upsetting those sleeping in the middle of the night, so all he could do was wander, and call out where seemed appropriate...but as night slowly turned to day, he realised Rush wasn't coming home. The mere thought sent him into a panic. He didn't know who to turn to, who to ask...until a thought popped into his head. The wealthy merchant. He knew Rush, knew what he looked him...unfortunately, knew him rather intimately. With his resources, he could help...and surely, Sketch could convince him. That didn't stop him from asking around to see if anyone had seen Rush in the meantime, but at the same time, he tried to find out who this man was, and where his residence was. In the end, a lot of questions came up empty handed, until he started asking some more of the stall workers in the Domestic Quarter-- it turned out his name was Komori Iruden, and he lived on the border between the Domestic and the Royal Quarter, which is where most of the more influential and richer merchants stayed in lavish mansions they owned themselves. After that, it didn't take long to track down which one was his, and by the time the sun was beginning to rise, he found himself at the main gates. He didn't know how to get in at first, so he spoke to the gatekeeper, who started to argue with him. Sketch attempted to explain his side of things, but the gatekeep-- a canine with unwavering loyalty to his master-- refused to let him pass. After a handful of minutes back and forth, Sketch spots something in the distance within Den's residence; a man, running as much as he could without ruining his formal suit, towards the gates. The gatekeeper notices him too, after some bickering, and the two wait for him to approach only to find out that the 'master of the house', who Sketch quickly presumes to be this Mr. Iruden, wants him to come inside. Sketch is flabbergasted that he even knew he was coming, but it worried him, the thought that Den might already know something. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and he was completely unaware of the fact that the kitsune had seen him from his bedroom window-- Den was an early riser, when had signalled for his butler to bring him in when he saw him approaching the gates...in his mind, he wanted to torment to Ysoki, almost as if to teach him a lesson...but ultimately, it was for his own amusement. Sketch was led up to the mansion house, its exterior as massive and nauseating as its interior, every corner lavish, each wall gilded, plates or trimmed in gold. Den's personal butler, a sleek reptilian man with observant eyes but an ashen grey complexion that indicated his age, led Sketch up the massive lobby stairs to the upper floor, where he was guided to the western wing of the house. Sketch had tried to ask questions, but the butler wasn't forthcoming; all he revealed was that they were going to see 'the master'. They walked for a while, Sketch's heart pounding in his chest, nerves overtaking him, before they eventually stopped by a large pair of double doors. Sketch could hear some sounds on the other side, but the insulation in the room must have been perfect, for he couldn't identify what they meant. The butler merely gestured for him to enter and stepped back to allow him to do so-- Sketch was confused, but he needed to see the merchant. He put his hands on both hands and pushed, finding the doors easy to open...but in a matter of moments, he regretted even coming at all. A mixture of relief, surprise, horror and finally disgust washed over him when, on the bed directly opposite the doors, he came face to face with the merchant had been searching for, the illustrious Komori Iruden-- or just Den, as he had introduced himself initially-- and Rush, his missing son now found, locked together in fervent passion on the bed. The two of them were spread out in the bed in such a deliberate way so as to give Sketch a completely full and unabashed display of their passionate sex: Den stood squatted on the bed like a wild animal, his hands cupped around Sketch's son's ass, lifted and angled for the merchant's knotted cock to pound away into his young, violated hole. The two were locked in a kiss that made Sketch's heart sink at the sight, and whilst he took in the movements of Den pounding away at his son, enough to engrain it into his mind, Sketch pulled away as fast as he felt able, feeling his stomach twist in ways he'd never felt before. Rush peeked one eye open between their kiss, his whimpers of mixed discomfort and pleasure completely unfiltered, but when he spotted his father's reeling expression, he immediately felt uncomfortable and squeaked, stifling his sounds as Den, without missing a beat, continued to thrust. "Oh, Sketch," Den turned his head, parting their kiss to glance at the man. "Yes, I saw you at the gate. So good of you to join us." "R...Rush..." Sketch managed to stammer out. "I...I've been looking for you all night, and you were here? Please, come home, this is...this is wrong." Rush looked from his father to Den. In his eyes, the choice was simple, at least at that moment-- perhaps the act of being pleasured, and the way that the kitsune had satisfied him before, had made him more receptive to Den's advances, but besides that, the fact that his father had pushed him away the past few months whilst Den had come to his rescue in his time of need was all the emotionally immature cub could focus on. He looked back to his father and shook his head. "I don't want to." He said, but his voice tremored with a lack of confidence. He still remembered the good times, but right now, the 'good times' were happening in that very room, especially in the way Den slowed his thrusts and kneaded his hips, angling his cock in the perfect position to massage the cub's little prostate, making his tiny dick twitch up and down. "What a shame, Sketch," Den cooed, nuzzling down against the boy's cheek. "It seems your boy much prefers to be around me...of course, why wouldn't he? After all, his father sold him off to live a better life, didn't support him in his time of need...and I certainly know the ways to make your son feel good that you don't. Don't I, Rush?" Rush looked apprehensive to his words, but he did sheepishly nod, his eyelids fluttering as Den pushed, pressing his knot firmly to the cub's hole, threatening to tie. It was uncomfortable, but Rush couldn't deny the pleasure...and from the night before, his ass had warmed up a little. It didn't hurt as much as it did before. "Rush, I...look, I'm sorry, I..." Sketch couldn't figure out the words to explain what he wanted to say. It was difficult for him to be vulnerable, and Den pounding away into his kid wasn't helping. Ultimately, that was the kitsune's goal-- he wanted to cum, badly, but he was holding out and slowing down to draw out his orgasm so that he could cum at the perfect moment, when Sketch's defeated expression looked the most painful. It was a little sadistic, but it's what passed for fun when he had all the money in the world. "Please, son, he's using you," Sketch continued, somehow managing to articulate a little. "He just wants to...to do this to you." "...Doing this feels good, doesn't it, Rush?" Den crooned, nuzzling against the young Ysoki again, who couldn't help but close his eyes and quietly groan, his body trembling from the way Den slid back and thrust down into him, making him squeak and clench all over. A chuckle escaped the kitsune's lips as he pulled back, enough for his muzzle to be inches away from Rush' sown. He glanced at the older rat out of the corner of his eye, seeing how frustrated and upset he was, before he decided to seal the deal. "Why don't we show your father what real love looks like?" Den murmured, barely just enough for Sketch to hear, and Rush's face flushed at the question, not quite understanding. He quickly realised what Den meant, however, when the kitsune's muzzle pressed to his in a deep, passionate kiss, that had Rush's muzzle parting to allow that tongue to slip into his own mouth. At the same time, Den pushed down and growled briefly, letting out a gasp as he felt that hole stretch to accommodate him once more. He tied to the 8-year-old quickly and the two of them moaned amidst their kiss, whilst Den rocked his hips and pushed down, riding out the final stretch to his climax. Sketch's distraught expression was the last thing Den saw before he closed his eyes and finally climaxed. Just like the night before, he pumped spurt after spurt into him, but it felt wholly different, and entirely arousing to have his cock angled straight down in a tight, young hole...it reminded him of more animalistic feelings, of having his dick pointed backwards. At the same time, Rush quivered against the kitsune, and moaned against their kiss, his member bobbing up and down a little, but despite the pleasure he didn't yet cum. Sketch could do nothing but watch-- it was clear his son didn't want to come back to him, and he hadn't the words to explain how hurt he was, how awful it made him feel. In the end, he cast his gaze down, listening to their sounds, their moans, their huffs, the sloppy noises of them kissing and swapping spit. Each little sound made his heart sink further and further until all he could do was wipe his eyes and turn, facing away from them. Rush peeked an eye open and watched as his father left, and he felt a little bad...but that quickly faded when he felt Den's hand on his dick. The last thing Sketch heard as he left the room, and the doors were pulled shut behind him, was the cry of pleasure from his own son's lips. Sketch didn't even register the fact that he'd stepped outside. He raised his eyes to the sun and his vision stung, the hangover still heavy on his mind. Yet, no matter much his eyes hurt, nothing could match the pain he felt in his heart...and nothing may hurt as much again.