"Fuck off okay! Stop nagging me all the time!" The obese panda shouted out in the cereal section of the store. Loud enough for other customers around the store to hear. While the small blue bear behind him, his boyfriend of two years, cowers and sniffles. The little bear's ears hang as low as his muzzle does as he looks down at the floor. "I-I'm sorry... I just really wanted to spend time with you... I-" Before the bear could finish his sentence, the panda grabs a can of soup and slams it down in the cart. "I already told you! Two hours on the weekend and that's it! That's all your stupid ass gets, Jake!" The angry panda shouts, still not even bothering to face his mate as he yells at him. " R-Ruben... b-but I-" Again the panda interrupts Jake and turns around, this time holding an orange out to the little bear. "DROP IT!" Out of Ruben's own frustration, he squeezes the fruit and squirts orange juice all over the bear's face. Covering Jake in the sticky mess and chuckling. "Now look what you made me do! Go wash up. I'm gonna check out." Ruben states as he pushes Jake along. Almost making the bear trip over his own feet as he trudges to the bathroom. ... In the bathroom, Jake rubs the cold water over his face. Washing away all the juice and his own tears as he whimpers and sobs into his paws. He didn't even have enough energy to fully cry anymore. Since he was preoccupied, he didn't even see the large towering figure come up behind him. The same one that hooked his thick arms below the bear's to hug him tight. Jake had no clue to who the mystery figure was, besides a pink snout that snorted out beside him. "W-Who are you?" Jake asked out curiously with fear in his voice. The figure behind him snorts out and hugs the bear against his soft belly. "Relax, kid. I'm just here to help. You're okay." The man says as he lets go of Jake. Letting him turn around to gaze at the figure before him. The mystery man was a big boar dressed in a black "Red Lobster" uniform. With a nice fluffy black beard on his face. Something that his boyfriend could never grow. The man had to be around his 40's or 50's. "O-Oh... well, uh, thank you for the hug?" The obviously flustered bear sputters out. Trying his best to stop himself from sniffling. "Don't cry little one. He doesn't know your worth... What was that all about?" The tall boar coos out while whipping away the bear's tears. "I-I just wanted to spend some time with him. We barely even see each other anymore. He's always out with his friends and I just sit at home... I'm so lonely." Jake whines out while he lets the boar's rough paws wipe his tears away. "That's no way to treat your mate... You deserve more. Better." The pig huffs out and rubs Jake's cheeks. Soothing the younger bear's pain as he holds Jake close. Who was now close enough to read out the boar's nametag. "S-Scaphel?" Jake said cautiously, trying his best to say the name correctly. "That's mah name kid. Don't wear it out. Dammit. I knew I should have changed uniforms." The boar snorts out of his snout and pats the bear with his thick hand. While nuzzled into the big boar, Jake could smell the slight hint of musk that over-powered the cheap Axe on the boar's body. It made him feel safe and warm. Eventually, however, he lets go of his new friend, though, Scaphel doesn't let him go yet. The boar runs his hand down the bear's back and gently gropes his fat ass. Which made the bear whine. "I bet he hasn't even touched this in a while, has he?" The pig above snorts out, looking down at the bear. He hadn't noticed it yet, but there was a big height difference between the two. Even more so than with Ruben. The boar was around 7 feet while the bear was only nearing 5. "N-Not since we... got together..." Jake whines into the cheap fabric of the boar's uniform. "Wait... umm... I-I should go... tha-thank you for the hug..." The bear pushes out of the hug and slides out the door, an obvious tent in his shorts as he dodges the heavy door that separates him and Scaphel. ... At the front of the store, Ruben finishes checking out. He ponders to himself about where his pathetic mate could have gone. But sure enough, when he was finally done with all the hard work, the bear showed up. "Where the fuck have you been! You made me do all the work!" The panda shouted before trailing off with his cart. "Y-You got it in my eyes... it was hard to get out..." The bear sighed. As if that was the reason he was balling his eyes out. He knew the panda didn't care either way. "So? I don't care. Hurry up next time." The panda mumbled, nearing the beat-up car. ... After getting everything in and ready to go, the panda drives off. On the way home, Jake couldn't stop thinking about the boar. He regretted leaving him there, but if he stood any longer he may have melted. The old guy seemed to care about him, a genuinely nice guy. Something he hadn't felt in two whole years. The way he manhandled him drove him mad. Scaphel's soft country accent ringed in his head like an earworm. In the rearview mirror, Jake couldn't help but to notice an old, black Chevrolet that seemed to follow you guys. He couldn't see the outline of anyone in the car so he shrugged it off. Since his mind had bigger and better things to dwell upon. ... Jake was still daydreaming as the car stops in the driveway. "Hellllo? Earth to bear. Get out and go bring the groceries inside." The panda roars outside Jake's window as he makes his way inside. Leaving the bear to carry everything inside. As the bear steps out he sees the same black Chevrolet park on the side of the road across from his own driveway. The oblivious bear still didn't think anything of it. That was until he was at the back of the car, sliding bags out of the trunk when a set of arms wrapped around his shoulders. The same set of meaty arms that he felt in the bathroom. "Hey... where do you think you're going?~" The boar coos out behind Jake. Gently pressing his soft beard into the bear's neck fluff. This time the hug was more... personal. Now the small bear was being pulled back even further to the boar's firm ball-belly. With a smaller bulge below Scaphel's belly pressing into the bear's lower back. Just a few inches above the bear's fat cheeks. Close enough to make Jake purr softly. "O-Oh... Hi. What are-" Before he could even question the towering man behind him, Scaphel picks up a whole row of bags with his right arm. He keeps his left arm secured to Jake's shoulder as he moves. "Shhhhh~ I'm just gonna help carry some bags in, lil feller~" The boar says before finally letting the bear go. Then he stomps his black combat boots up the driveway. Either from pure eagerness to get inside or under all the boar's weight. No matter the reason, the bear scurried after him with only two bags in his arms. "H-Hey! That's not a good-... idea! Please. Please don't-" Jake pleads onto death ears. The only response the old man mumbled out was a quiet shush. "Shhhhh. I'm here to help, okay?" The boar coos out through a sharp grin. He pushes the door open quietly and steps inside. Jake follows in hesitantly. Still stricken with fear and general confusion. Part of him wanted the intruder to leave and the other wanted Ruben to leave. Inside the house, Scaphel and Jake tiptoe their way around the living room while the oblivious panda sits on his couch drinking his Arizona Tea. The lazy boyfriend didn't even suggest helping his equal, and both parties were fine with that. Jake leads Scaphel into the kitchen and sets all the plastic bags down on the counter. The tall boar almost hit his head on the tip of the door frame without realizing it. His gaze was fixed on the small bear rather than anything else. "Okay... thank you for the help, really. But you should really go before anything bad hap-happens." The bear says while unpacking the groceries. Trying his best to stop himself from shaking. On the contrary, Scaphel snorts out a chuckle and searches through the bags. Completely unfazed by the situation he had forced himself into. "Nah. I ain't done here yet." Scaphel states as he starts unpacking some of the bags as well. "Well... Then when ar-are you gonna be done?" Jake almost whines out. His little heart felt like it was about to crawl out of his throat every minute that the boar just stood there. "Whenever I get you free. Don't rush me, boy." Scaphel snorts out. Throwing a small box of taco shells in the sink, crushing most of the hard shells in the process. "G-Get me free? What are you talking about?" The bear sputters out. He noticed Ruben's taco shells being crushed, but figured if he said anything about them then the boar would just crush them more. "Tell me. Are you happy here? With that man-child?" Scaphel askes out before setting down a can of beans on the shells and turning away from the counter. The boar gets in close to Jake while he watches the young bear stumble on his words. "I-I'm... I-I don't know-" Before Jake could respond, Scaphel steps in closer and cuts him off again. Now pressing his big belly on the bear's smaller tummy. Towering over the trembling bear and huffing out with his tusks showing. "It's a yes 'r no question, cub." The boar grunted out, pushing the bear back into the counter with the force of his gut. Which made the bear whine out with the stir of his own loins. "W-Well... No-not really, bu-" Scaphel did what he always does and cuts him off again. He reaches forward and snags a bag and grunts. "Good. That's what I like to hear. Now step aside and let me do my job. The bear does just that, letting the boar pull out a long section of rope from the bag. Something that Ruben had picked up from the store to take with him to go rock climbing with. Another activity that he wouldn't let Jake go to. Even though he was bringing all his friends. "What are you doing?" The bear asks while Scaphel starts oddly tying the rope. It only clicked in the bear's empty mind when a large loop started to form at the end. He'd been making a noose. A small, sharp smile shined on the pig's face as he crafts his rope. "Wait-- what's... You can't do that!" After finally connecting the dots Jake almost shouts out. The fast pitter-patter of his heart started to rise while Scaphel only responds with a sadistic smile. "Shhhh... it's fine... just stay back and watch~." Scaphel coos out as he leaves the kitchen, loosening up the loop and straightening out its knots as he approaches the panda. Who had been sleeping on the couch like a baby after he finished his beer. With one fast swoop, Scaphel hooks the rope under the panda's fat neck and tugs hard. With enough force to tip the couch over with a big thud. Ruben just swings his pathetic arms around his body, crashing into the dresser and knocking everything down. "Stop fuckin' squirmin' yah stupid faggot!" The pig roars out as he kicks the choking panda in his stomach. The blow echoing in the room with a thick meaty slap. Who would have known that steel toe boots weren't a good combination with soft bellies? Ruben chokes out more and coughs up blood onto the wood floor. All while looking up to his boyfriend. Who just stood there watching his mate struggling to breathe. Completely frozen in fear with a hint of arousal. He was torn apart between stoping the boar and begging for him to go harder. After a few more seconds, he didn't have to beg. Ruben's arms stopped failing around and dropped by his side. His whole body limp as he laid there. Even though this big hog wrecked his home, his mate, and now his life... he still looked at him the same. A nice guy. "Fuckin' finally. Little fuck had a hella fight in 'em." Scaphel snorts out as he grabs a chair and steps upon it, carrying the whole corpse up with him as he ties it to a ceiling fan. Presumably to cover up the murder. Jake just stood there and watched as the big guy calmly faked a suicide. "H-Have you done this bef-before?" Jake whimpers out as Scaphel steps down from the wooden chair, clapping his leather boots in the small pool of blood. "Just fer a few special fellers~" Scaphel coos out as he hands his paw out to Jake. The old man's face seemed clear of any guilt or shame, just a warm welcome. The boar then coos out "Come'ere. Let's kiss under the missile toe, cub~". Jake hesitantly takes the larger paw in his left hand as Scaphel dragged him in. Then the pig leans down and grabs the younger bear's jaw before kissing him deeply, scratching his bear all over the clean bear's chin. Scaphel pushes his cigar-tainted tongue into the bear's snout and grinds against the smaller tongue. Letting some of the hog's drool drip down his chin. "Mmmm... rrrrrr." Scaphel growls out as he pulls the bear even closer in a tight hug. Trapping him in and pushing in the bear's bulge between his thighs. The big hog's own bulge poking into the boy's fat belly. Leaking some sticky pre down the squishy mass. The bear hugs him as hard as the hog hugs him back. "Fuck... Let's get this started~". Scaphel grunts out as he strips his sweaty uniform off of his fat body, breaking the deep kiss between the two. Then he throws it on top of the body hanging above them. Using the corpse as a useless coat hanger. Scaphel then does the same with the bear's shirt, tossing it up there with his own shirt. "You do the rest, kiddo. A healthy relationship takes two yah know~". Scaphel scoffs out as he pats the boy's shoulder. The flustered bear slips down his basketball shorts and his now wet boxers with his trembling paws. Leaving Jake's throbbing bear meat to pulse in the warm air around it. Being gifted in girth rather than in length, like most bears. "Oooh nice. Bet that loser never made you this hard, huh? Tell me I'm better than him." The pig proudly says while unbuckling his belt. To which the bear whined and leaked more pre onto the cold floor. "N-No, sir. You're so much better. You are... a real man." The bear manages to spit out of his rambling maw as he grips on the rough jean pants. Ready to pull down Scaphel's jeans as soon as that belt slips off. "Eager are we? Then here. Help papa out." Scaphel chuckles out as he finally lets his belt come loose. Which lets them practically fall down instantly. All the way down to the floor and over Scaphel's ankles to reveal the hog's sweaty jock. A yellow tint permanently stained into the white fabric. Damp with a burning musk and the nasty hog's pre. The cold-blooded murder probably popped a boner during that struggle, and that realization turned Jake on even more. Jake groans out and squeezes the boar's pulsating meat through the damp jock, making it squish lewdly. "I hope yer not 'fraid of a lil' sweat. I haven't washed in a few days." Scaphel states as he yanks the chair behind him, pulling it close enough so he could sit his sweaty rump down on it. The bear's little paw never leaves the bulge as Jake kneels down too. Although, unlike Scaphel, Jake's knees had to sit in the sticky blood that was still left from the struggle. Not that he minded it per se, it turned him on actually. Jake could still feel the warmth in the pool as he slips the jock off the boar. Letting the hard meat spring to life. Jake could tell just from the shine of his foreskin, that the meat was covered in sweat. Not that he minded, all meat dishes need their sauce after all. Above the intoxicated bear sits the pig. Leaning back in the small chair with his legs spread out. More than enough room for the eager bear to work his tool. Since Scaphel couldn't see Jake handling his meat, from the large potbelly in his way, he found that looking up at Ruben's tethered, lifeless body was enough. It made his thick meat jump as the little bear handled it. The panda was none other than a trophy to him, he was a hunter after all. And abusive boyfriends were all the same to him, prey. "You plannin' to suck it or not, kid. Don't be playin' wit yer food now." Scaphel grunts out of frustration as Jake grips it hard. The bear was just generally hypnotized with Scaphel's thick meat. It seemed to be a nice 7 inches with 2 inches of width to back it up. The shaft was covered in thick, slimy sweat. That just marinated the hog's meat in a permanent scent of musk. Jake leans in and sniffs the musky aroma from the boar's damp cock. As the bear strokes it, it slides the excess foreskin up and down the meat. Letting a small flap hang off when it comes back up. Like a nice loose pair of lips. Jake uses it just like lips too, he leans down and starts making out with the meat's loose foreskin as he did with the hog's maw before. The bear mixes the boar's pre with his sweat and drinks it down, making his own hog juice as he loudly slurps on the head. "You ever deep throat with that faggot? I bet he was too small fer that." The hog grunts out as he places a big hand on the back of the bear's head and pushes Jake down. Letting the thick meat stretch his throat out. Jake wanted to confirm Scaphel's suspicions, but his throat was preoccupied. Scaphel's rough hands, a byproduct of all his hard work, really held the bear right. Not letting the young man escape his grasp, even though he wouldn't dream of it. Jake could only grip on the hog's fat pad and as much of the swine's massive low hangers as he could as Scaphel slowly fucked his throat. The nasty pig uses the pretty much virgin throat to massage his greasy meat. After a few minutes of sliding his thick cock back in and out of the bear's throat he finally starts to go faster. Scaphel uses his pure strength to fuck the boy's throat. Loud, sloppy, squishes echos out in the empty house as the bear's throat gags on the invader. Even though the cock hurt the bear a bit to take, he still loved every minute of it. Jake was eager to take Scaphel's dick in his throat. He is his hero after all. More and more of the thick cock gets shoved in the tight throat before the pig roars and finally shoves the young bear all the way down. Scaphel hugs him with his strong legs as the bear's wet muzzle squishes up to the hog's slimy fat pad. The fat milkers that were flooding his throat with their warm milk laid under his chin comfortably. While the bear's own cock throbs and shoots out thick cum into the blood pool below. "Fuuuck~! Atta boy! Swallow my load, kid!" Yells Scaphel without a care in the world as his cock throbs in the back of the bear's throat. Who couldn't help but gag and cough up some of the excess cum while he struggles to breathe a bit. Every breath that came in from his wet nose picked up the boar's sweat with it. It was like trying to breathe underwater. "You did good, kid. C'mere." The boar proudly declares as he finally lets the bear come up for some air. Jake coughs out some of the cum from his gut as his cock throbs still. Jake happily gets up and onto Scaphel's lap. Like a good pet, ready to cuddle his master. The dirty boar hugs him tightly, squishing the wet bear muzzle in his chest. "Mmmm-mm... Haaah..." The bear whines out on his hero. Jake cuddles the big pot belly almost instinctively like it was the only thing he ever craved. "Thank you."