Story by Custos
(Original posting 06 May 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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NullandVoid commission: Squat the Rock

The alarm clock buzzes loudly and echoes through the small space of the janitor’s closet. A scruffy hand darts out from underneath the covers of the duvet and wildly thrashes around along the edge of the bedroll, bumping into the cardboard box serving as a nightstand before shutting off the phone.

The time reads six in the morning as the scruffy Italian Wolf rises from the makeshift bed, grunting as he stretches his sore back. The mid-thirties male sighs, rubbing his eyes in the pitch-black of the closet as he slowly rises and starts collecting his toiletries. Chase, as the wolf is called, is long and lanky, but fit and muscular. His fur is a multitude of brown hues mixed with white and a sandy complexion, with light sand-coloured eyes to boot. Not unhandsome, if he were to clean up a little.

Chase draws the cord on the ceiling and the bare bulb springs to life, illuminating the wolf’s form as he shields his eyes from the blinding light. He ogles himself in the mirror for a minute, raising his lips to inspect his teeth, then pulling down his eyelids to do the same there. Another night of drinking and blowing to forget his worries behind him and a long working day ahead. His life isn’t the easiest, having to resort sleeping at the kindergarten school he’s working at, with secret permission from the lion principal. The condition being he stays out of trouble and goes unnoticed by the other faculty. And with a janitor always being the first to arrive and last to leave a school, it has been working out pretty well.

Having spent some time in prison for drug and gang related activities, the wolf male is trying to rebuild his life with the help of the principal, his old friend. Though, the story of how they got to know each other and about their mutual interests will have to wait for another time.

The wolf grabs his stuff and makes his way over to the kids’ bathroom, where a simple shower resides for when the little tykes have an accident, which sometimes happens and Chase is obligated to clean up. He turns on the water in the miniature cubicle and steps underneath the stream as soon as it heats up. Sometimes when he’s in here showering, he likes to fantasise about doing so in the middle of the day when the cute cubs are running in and out. How their mouths would fall agape at witnessing the handsome scruffy wolf as bare as the day he was born, soaping up his fat trimmed sheath and low-hanging balls, squeezing the very tip of his pink feral wolf cock from the opening to greet their curious gazes.

The very thought is riling up Chase as he soaks himself, his slender arm reaching down to squeeze his sheath as his wet tail starts to wag lazily behind him. He’d never been caught perving on kids, but behind those beautiful sand-coloured eyes he dreams of doing things with those cuties that would make a two dollar whore blush. Not that Chase would force them. Rather, he’d kindle and encourage their curiosity, egging them on to explore far beyond their comfort zone. Show them the physical love an experienced male can bestow upon them. At least, that’s what he imagines he’d do, as he’s never indulged before. He’s only had dates with other adults through dating apps.

Chase quickly lathers himself up, massaging the lean muscles underneath his scraggly fur, a few patches missing here and there with fresh tattoos inked into his skin. Once the hair regrows there, the ink should influence his fur patterns there to resemble the drawings into his coat. Chase can’t wait to see them come to fruition.

With his morning shower taken care of, the wolf casually strolls through the deserted kindergarten school in the buff, wagging his tail constantly as he still imagines his exhibitionistic tendencies to cubs and teachers alike, but mostly the former. He puts on his work clothes for the day and starts his list. Opening certain doors, unlocking the front gate, turning on the coffee machine in the teacher’s lounge and pouring himself a cup, getting out his cleaning supplies and resuming what couldn’t be done last night, and so on. The duties never end, really.

The principal and the first teachers start arriving between seven-thirty and eight. The former greets Chase warmly, for they have been friends for a while now, and even gets to squeeze the wolf’s sheath through his work pants a bit before moving on to his office. They have plenty of sex, sharing their fantasies about the little cubs running around, but just like Chase the lion has never indulged for real. At least, that’s what the lion principal tells Chase. The teachers greet the wolf janitor respectfully and he does the same for them, though, aside from some idle chat Chase never tries to get closer to them and vice versa. The wolf is pretty quiet and reserved around them, for he finds friendships and relationships complicated to handle. He simply wishes to do his work well and get on with his life.

The first children start arriving at eight-thirty for preschool care and story time, with school proper starting at nine. Chase is quite tall and lean, and clearly muscular despite his lanky build, which tends to intimidate some people and most of the cubs. Whilst the parents forcibly smile and greet the wolf, the kids are much more blatant at being scared of Chase. Maybe it’s for the best, Chase reasons. After all, maybe he is the monster they deem him, judging by his fantasies. The more he becomes isolated, though, the more he needs to resort to fantasy.

Soon, the bell rings and school has started like any other day. Chase is walking through the hallways with his ear pods in, listening to music as he mops floors and resupplies the bathrooms. Performing minor upkeep like replacing flickering lightbulbs and the sort.

Shortly after the first recess, though, the wolf walks into the boys bathroom only to find one of the small cubicles is locked and the sound of moaning coming from behind the door. Mind that these cubicles are build to the size of the little cubs on purpose, so that an adult can still look over and assist should there be an emergency. Chase’s first instinct is to get a teacher or the nurse, but he pulls out his ear pods and quietly speaks, almost whispering as he inquires:”Is someone in there? Do you need help?”

The moaning stops briefly before the high-pitched voice of a kindergarten boy speaks up, sounding pained and somewhat tearful and ashamed:”My tummy hurts…”
Chase looks back at the exit of the bathrooms, then at the little shower he bathed under this morning, his sheath already plumping up at the mere thought as he quickly shakes away his dirty thoughts:”Do you need the nurse? I can go get her.”
The little boy’s voice resounds pleadingly:”Nooo! She’ll give me a shot! I don’t want a shot!”
The wolf chuckles at the little boy’s logic. School nurses don’t give shots. He kneels down next to the door of the small cubicle as he tries to put the little boy behind it at ease:”It’ll be okay, bud. Can you tell me or show me what’s wrong?”

The door to the small cubicle is unlocked and swings open. Chase’s heartbeat jumps up a hundred miles per hour as before him is a sight he’s never experienced before. Standing up and shuffling forwards is a little boy with his pants around his ankles, rubbing the tears from his eyes with one hand whilst his other seems to reach behind and underneath his tail. A beautiful American Paint Horse cub, with brown and white fur colouring and a flowing brown mane and tail stands there fully exposed from the waist down, showing a mottled pink horse cocklet that would put most adults to shame. The boy has been crying and is clearly grabbing at his tail hole:”My tummy and bum hurts.”

Chase gasps for air inwardly, but outwardly he keeps his cool and just give the little horse boy an encouraging smile:”It’ll be okay, bud. What’s your name?”
The boy sniffles and reaches out a little hand which Chase takes, squeezing the delicate small appendage encouragingly:”M-Maverick.”
The Italian Wolf smiles and nods at Maverick:”Hey, Maverick. You look like a cool and brave little boy. Can you show me exactly where you’re hurting?”
Maverick seems to smile at Chase’s compliment as he sniffles his last tears away:”Okay.”

The American Paint horse boy, just five years old and very vulnerable, turns around and leans over to reveal his pudgy doughnut-shaped tail hole, pulling his butt cheeks apart with both of his hands. The pillowy dark-brown protrusion is winking profusely, as if trying to push something out. Despite the danger of what could be about to happen, Chase subconsciously strokes his fingers over the inviting little doughnut, making the little boy gasp in surprise. Quickly recovering from his transgression, the Italian Wolf coughs and withdraws his fingers:”Looks like you’re having trouble, eh, pooping, bud. I think it’s best if we get the nurse.”

Maverick continues to stand there with his feral horse anus all exposed to Chase who is getting warmer by the minute at the sight, the little boy crying and pleading again:”No! She’ll give me a shot! It’s just… my brothers did something to me…”
Chase’s ears perk up at hearing this, the bulge in his pants straining against the cloth as he discreetly tries to rearrange his plump sheath, eyes darting to the bathroom door as he keeps a close listen for approaching footsteps:”Your brothers? What did they do to you, bud?”
What follows makes Chase’s ears and cheeks blush, and his cock throb in his pants. Apparently, the five-year-old’s older brothers, both teenagers, had pushed pool balls from their game room into their kindergarten sibling’s doughnut to see how many could fit. From the subtext, the Italian Wolf deduces that the two older brothers bully their kid sibling often and seem to be sexually abusing him as well. And that their family is quite wealthy as well.

Chase reaches out again, this time warning Maverick before touching the soft pillowy anus of the young boy, making the horse cub moan out a little in relief as his winking doughnut clearly reveals a sliver of the fully white pool ball in its attempts to push it out. A wet spot has appeared in the front of Chase’s work pants as his throbbing cock is soaking the fabric with precum, the wolf’s mind dizzy with the opportunity presented before him. Despite his horniness, Chase does care about Maverick’s discomfort and wants to help the boy. He gently pulls up the little boy’s pants:”Alright, Maverick. We’ll go to my… work place, and get these out, alright? But if I can’t get them out we’re going straight to the nurse, buddy.”
Maverick sniffles a little more and nods, the cute five-year-old horse cub taking Chase’s big hand as the tall lean muscular wolf starts guiding the boy over towards the janitor closet he sleeps in.

As the door closes behind them, Chase’s conscience seems to kick in one last time, asking him whether he’d like to go through with this. The little Maverick is standing in front of him, curiously looking around the small space of the closet and towards the workbench. With the sight of the naked boy with his pants around his ankles, Chase quickly dismisses the last doubts. He’s helping the little boy, after all. And if he’ll get a lifetime of memories to jerk off to in the process, surely, that’s only a bonus, right? No harm done. Win-win.

“Alright, bud. Let’s get those pants off of you again and have a look.”

Chase helps Maverick take off his pants and underwear, leaving the brown-and-white horse foal bottomless and bare from the waist down as the cub’s cute mottled pink horse cocklet flops around innocently. The length is impressive compared to any other species, of course, and Chase estimates that the boy could be bigger than the average male when erect. The brown Italian Wolf gently lifts Maverick up onto his workbench after clearing some space, the little boy groaning as he sits on his butt which would naturally increase the pressure in his backside:”Ow. Ow.”
Chase comforts the boy and helps him up onto his knees, gently turning him around to be on all fours with his ass towards the wolf:”I’m gonna have a look, bud. Let’s get you better, eh?”

The wolf nearly experiences a nosebleed at the sight of the five-year-old horse cub’s backside bare and turned towards him, the pillowy doughnut bulging out profusely as it winks in effort. Chase can no longer contain the painful throbbing in his pants and zips down his fly, releasing his fat sheath and the first half of his pink feral canine cock as it spurts little droplets of precum out in the air. Placing both his hands on the boy’s little buttocks and spreading the soft cheeks, Maverick sniffs the air. He can’t see the exposed wolf cock, but he sure can smell the thick scent of masculine horniness in the air:”Mister Chase? What’s that smell?”
Chase is clutching his cock in one hand whilst wildly massaging the pink length as the index finger on his other hand traces the rim of the horse cub’s doughnut, tracing the border between the smooth pool ball and the boy’s warm skin:”Just preparing some lubricant, bud. In case we need to grease up the pool balls to get them out.”

Maverick nods and then gasps out loudly as his body convulses, his poor little doughnut causing convulsions trying to push out the additional invader as Chase slips his index finger inside up until the first knuckle. The wolf’s cock throbs and spurts a clear strand of precum all over the little five-year-old kindergartener’s back as Chase’s eyes near roll up and back into his skull at the sensation of Maverick’s anus clenching down on his digit. The smoothness and warmth of the pool ball contrasts so sexily with the little boy’s clenching slick walls. Clearly, the ball has been in there for a while now, having acclimated to the little foal’s body temperature.

Chase had locked the janitor’s closet on their way in and thus feels safe enough to simply drop his own pants and join the little boy in being bottomless, the Italian Wolf’s heavy balls swinging around as his scruffy tail wags a hundred miles per hour. The canine’s feral cock sticks out halfway from the plump trimmed sheath, the full length measuring an overwhelming ten to eleven inches, depending on how horny Chase gets. Bulbous knot not included. Maverick whimpers a little as the wolf’s finger pushes inside all the way and curls around the white pool ball, sliding over its slick surface whilst being clenched by the boy’s virginally tight doughnut walls. Chase can feel that there are at least two of the orbs lodged inside the little boy’s ass, and the first one shouldn’t be too difficult to extract, though, he’ll gladly take his time to be thorough!

“I’m gonna lick around the ball to lubricate it, Maverick. You just keep pushing in time with your breaths. Slowly build up pressure and do not let go.”

Before Maverick can respond or protest, the brown scruffy and lanky muscular Italian Wolf releases his own cock and grabs the five-year-old’s soft buttocks firmly. Chase’s warm slick tongue darts out and immediately slithers inside the gaping and winking bulging pillows of the little boy’s anus, Maverick’s whole body freezing and stiffening up at the unknown pleasurable sensation suddenly interrupting his discomfort:”Oh! Oh! M-mister Chase!”

The little boy’s pink mottled shaft swings back and forth between his little legs as Chase starts rimming the kid like a man dying of thirst in the desert. The smooth little balls bounce back and forth playfully as the equine cocklet starts filling up and expanding, dropping down further as the child’s penis starts growing erect. Meanwhile, Chase’s own cock is bulging angrily at full length from the fat furry sheath dangling between his muscular lean thighs, his balls rising up in his sac with anticipation as precum squirts around wildly and uncontrollably, coating both the little cub and the workbench in the mid-thirties-something’s virile scent. Both males united in sexy bottomlessness and through the adult’s tongue deeply buried in the child’s tail hole, Maverick simply collapses onto his tummy onto the workbench.

The horse cub’s fully erect cocklet and balls are dangling off the edge of the workbench as Maverick is reduced to a mound of blubbering noises and twitches. Chase kneels down onto the floor as he pushes his snout nearly inside the child’s pillowy doughnut of a tail hole, his own scruffy tail wagging furiously whilst his own cock and balls are getting soaked in his own manly pre-juices. Chase is in heaven, his nose pushing the pool ball deeper into the little boy which elicits painfully pleasured moans from the kid, his tongue swirling around the slick orb and lubricating the clenching wet muscle walls surrounding it. With each of Maverick’s breaths, the foreign object is pushed back outwards, a little further each time, as both adult and child experience one of the most erotic moments of their lives.

Chase withdraws after a full minute to catch his breath, his snout quickly followed by the snow-white pool ball as it is positively launched from the moaning Maverick’s feral horse anus. The orb rolls down the Italian Wolf’s lean muscular abs and onto the floor to be forgotten, Chase presented instead with the wide gaping cub’s tail hole. Deeply within, he can faintly see another ball, black with the white number eight imprinted on it, slowly being pushed towards the exit. Unable to control himself, the wolf simply crawls up onto the work bench over the startled Maverick, leaning his full weight down upon the little boy as his spritzing throbbing canine cock feverishly searches its mark:”Must… Must lubricate… Ngh. Must… Fuck.”

Maverick whines out in a high-pitched painful moan as the wolf’s thick eleven-inch cock finds its mark and smoothly sinks halfway inside the boy’s anus before bottoming out against the pool balls, the five-year-old American Paint Horse cub whining as his own pink mottled cocklet twitches against the side of the workbench:”Ow… Mister Chase. Ow. Ow. My bum bum…”
Chase is positively seeing stars, his thick cock for the very first time in his life halfway deeply inside a cub, spurting precum furiously and generously applying a lubricating coat to the stuck pool ball:”Shh. Just applying more lubricant where my tongue couldn’t reach. It’s not as bad as a shot, right?”

The little horse boy whines out once more, his very young body wracked with sensations of discomfort and pleasure mixing in a way that makes his little horse cock throb to its full six inches, though, of course no precum is produced yet at his age. Kneeling onto the workbench with his full weight over and on top of the five-year-old kindergartener, Chase starts fucking the cub like he would any of his other dates when he gets into the zone. Hard and fully focused on his own pleasure.

The banging of the workbench against the wall is somewhat muffled by the thick walls, the whining and moaning of the poor defenceless horse cub underneath Chase turning on the Italian Wolf further as he grabs hold of Maverick’s throat. He aptly turns the foal’s face up, the wolf’s drool sliding down the kindergartener’s throat before he locks his lips with the boy’s and closes his eyes in a wild and passionate french kiss. Maverick’s eyes are tearing up in effort, overwhelmed by the painfully pleasurable sensations he’s never felt before in his short life. Not even by his bully brothers, for they took from him in other ways.

Chase’s heavy balls swing back and forth and slap against the little boy’s sac with wet little plaps, causing Maverick to wince and moan into the wolf’s muzzle with each impact. The horse’s six-inch cocklet throbs with each slap, getting coated in the slick juices escaping from the illegal union of an adult’s cock with a kindergartener’s anus, shimmering and looking deliciously juicy in the grimy light of the janitor’s closet’s single bare lightbulb. The scent of male sex is overwhelming, predominantly the wolf’s, as Chase continues to hold the little boy’s throat tightly whilst frenching and breeding him. The prehensile canine tongue slides down into Maverick’s throat, exploring and massaging as far as it can, nearly making the five-year-old white-and-brown American Paint Horse cub gag.

The wolf’s thrusts become harsher and deeper, unsatisfied with leaving half of his shaft outside the cub’s ass as his cock is hindered by the presence of the last pool ball. Chase simply brute forces his canine cock deeper, Maverick whimpering out higher as the foreign object is forced further down inside his body. Slowly but surely, the entirety of Chase’s eleven-inch cock is lodged inside the little boy’s pillowy doughnut, the bulbous knot smooching the pudgy protrusion slickly and swiftly with each slam.

Chase realises he’s about to pop, merely several minutes after having started fucking the cub. He’s never felt more aroused, more alive, and more like a man than he has now when fucking a cub barely five years old. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t knot this boy and finish off inside of him properly, seeding the horse cub and making his tummy bulge as if pregnant with his pups.

Releasing the french kiss, Maverick gasps for air but immediately cries out as the wolf instead sinks his teeth shallowly into the fur and skin of the boy’s neck, grabbing and holding him tightly in place like a feral male would his bitch. Despite the horny haze clouding his judgement, Chase manages to grunt out:”It’s okay, Maverick. It’s okay. I got you. You’re gonna feel so good in a second. Just hang on. You’re my brave little buddy.”

The thick bulbous knot slams harshly into Maverick’s anus, Chase’s balls equally so into the five-year-old’s cute little sac. And then, the pillowy doughnut loses its resistance and in one smooth push, the Italian Wolf’s pink veiny knot slides out of his trimmed furry sheath and slips slickly inside the now very bulging cub anus, locking the two together. Maverick’s eyes grow incredibly wide and Chase’s hand darts out on instinct, muffling the little boy’s cries as the wolf’s eyes roll back into his skull as he buries his cock balls-deep into the five-year-old’s tail hole. Powerful jets of hot wolf cum thrust deeply inside the kindergartener’s innards, the soothing warmth quickly spreading and calming down Maverick’s struggles as relief washes over the little boy.

Chase is panting perversely with ragged breath as he releases the whimpering boy’s muzzle, allowing him to speak again as he too lets go of the horse foal’s neck:”There. There. That’s not so bad, is it? Better than a shot, no? Doesn’t that feel better?”
Maverick softly sobs, but his pillowy doughnut continues to contract and wink around the wolf’s fat knot rhythmically with his heartbeat, his childish horse cocklet firm as a nail against the side of the workbench:”Ow. Ow. Mister Chase.”
The Italian Wolf starts licking the sides of Maverick’s cheeks and neck, which seems to further calm down the little boy:”There. There. I got you. With so much lubricant inside of you that ball is gonna come out no problem!”

The two remain for about fifteen minutes as they are, recuperating their strength and talking a little as they wait for the knot to deflate. Maverick soon moans out in pleasure as his body grows accustomed to the wolf’s thickness, squirming underneath Chase and helping nothing to cause his cock to grow softer. The wolf learns about what the older brothers do with Maverick, how his parents are rich but absent, and how to little boy is starved for affection. Well, Chase is all too eager to provide, and promises the little boy he can always get some love from him whenever he is able to sneak out of class for a bathroom break.

Eventually, Chase’s cock is forcibly expelled from the little five-year-old’s anus, the pudgy horse doughnut stretching wide directly after and launching the black pool ball across the floor, leaving the poor boy’s tail hole gaping with exhaustion. Sweet as he is, Chase offers to soothe Maverick’s backside with another tongue bath, which the little boy duly enjoys, experiencing another dry orgasm as his horse cocklet twitches in pleasure.

After a quick cleanup, Chase brings the little Maverick back to a worried kindergartener teacher, explaining that the boy had a little accident and that he had cleaned up the mess. The adult woman is very grateful to the janitor, and remarks that Maverick looks happier than she has seen him in weeks. The horse boy smiles as he and Chase say goodbye.

The wolf returns to his duties, though, of course his mind is elsewhere and he works on auto-pilot. When the last bell rings, he sinks away in his fantasies, imagining what he’d do with each and every one of the little cubs passing by. He’ll surely have more opportunities to ‘help’ in the near future.