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Join my Telegram channel here: https://t.me/+1n1FzVenMSA1ZTE1", "writing": "\n\n\n[center][b]The Blight Of Ben - FurAffinity-Friendly Version[/b][/center]\n\n\n\nIt was hot today. Even with the curtains closed, the heat outside was so oppressive it penetrated the walls of Ben’s house and lingered in the air, refusing to surrender to any efforts repelling it. It was unstoppable, like the growth of Ben’s potted saguaro cactus before him in the living room. Just like the air conditioner blowing from the corner of the room did nothing to hold off the heat, Owen’s presence beside Ben on the couch did nothing to stifle the spiky green plant’s intimidating presence in the room.\n\nDue to the damp hotness in the air, Ben’s natural impulse would have been to splay over the couch, legs spread, arms out, trying to cool off. Yet, Owen was here, and he was as frustratingly Owen-like as ever. The soft otter had one arm around Ben’s back and another hand on the hare’s thigh, and was resting his long-haired head on the bunny’s chest, his blond strands moist with dribbles of sweat.\n\nOn an ordinary day Ben would have pushed him away. Yet there had been no ordinary days in the weeks since he had taken Owen’s virginity from him, growling and swearing while Owen begged and cried. That memory had lingered in Ben’s mind ever since, never stronger than when he was staring at the ceiling at night, eyes sore and eyelids heavy, sleepless. How he had turned into such a monster weighed heavily upon his soul, heaving tears out of him in the shower, and filling his lungs with guilt and shame to the point where he could barely breathe and he could only find oxygen in alcohol.\n\nBen wanted to be a good person. He really did. He had… been able to somewhat accept what he become around his cactus because he had never actually physically hurt the multiple-armed plant. But Owen… \n\nHe had hurt Owen. When his boyfriend wanted to give him everything, Ben had hated him. He wasn’t sure it was because of anything Owen had actually done. It felt more like Ben hated Owen because of things the hare had done and things the hare wasn’t able to do. That hatred led to him hurting his boyfriend in that moment, and he had wanted to undo it in every moment since.\n\nOwen hadn’t blamed him, even though he should have. Ben knew what he had done. But when Ben had apologised and told Owen he deserved better, Owen said the same thing to him, vice versa. The hare would have felt terrible had Owen called him a rapist and told him to fuck off forever, but when Owen apologised to [i]him[/i], he felt even worse.\n\nAnd so, as Owen snuggled Ben and rivers of hot sweat formed between Ben’s taut skin and Owen’s soft curves, the hare snuggled him back, kissing his cheek and rubbing his round belly. The affection came unnaturally to him, but he gave it all the same. He watched as Owen smiled and rested into his touch, and found a sort of solace in the comfort he was able to give the otter that he was unable to give himself. He had a debt to pay, and he would continue trying to pay it. If he could… then perhaps there was some reason for him still to live.\n\nFortunately, or unfortunately, the heat of Owen’s affection was not the only thing causing him discomfort. The cactus, standing proudly erect atop the rug in the middle of the room, captivated the hare’s attention. The cactus’s thick ribbed stem was covered in a rough and textured skin, painted in tones of grey and green that shimmered magically with the rays of light from the television.\n\nWere Owen not here, it would have been so easy for Ben to lose himself in taking care of his cactus, ensuring it was positioned correctly by the window or outside for at least six hours of bright indirect sunlight per day, and checking his calendar to see if it was time to water the cactus again – once every three to four weeks during spring and summer, but only once every six to eight weeks during the other seasons. \n\nHe shifted uncomfortably and whimpered quietly as it occurred to him that the time was probably due for his large and growing cactus to be repotted. Oh, it was getting so big…\n\nOwen seemed to pick up on his discomfort, if not the source. In his gentle and feminine voice, he murmured, “Shit, it’s hot today”.\n\nBen’s eyes were fixed upon the large and sturdy terracotta pot of his cactus, admiring its subtle curves and grooves. His body responded. “Yeah… so hot”.\n\nThe otter followed Ben’s gaze to the cactus, but naive enough to not suspect that a plant could hold a man’s attention so deeply. Blind to the notion that there might be something else behind Ben’s blue eyes, Owen said, “That cactus has the right idea for once”.\n\nBen’s body reacted with a startled jump when Owen’s hand gripped and squeezed his thigh.\n\nIn a lower voice, the otter added, “Maybe we should take our clothes off too”.\n\nThat was enough to wrench the hare’s eyes away from the pot and towards Owen’s face. In his boyfriend’s expression, he found something he never expected.\n\nDesire.\n\n“Wh-why?” Ben stuttered.\n\nThe otter smirked naughtily. “It’s hot”.\n\nWhile the television’s speakers played a documentary about desert fauna and flora, Owen’s hands wandered over Ben’s body, lingering on his muscles, groping slowly and purposefully. “Owen?” Ben whispered.\n\n“Shhhh. Let me help you, my big bunny”, he whispered against Ben’s neck. \n\nBen started to breathe heavily, a look of shock across his face. “Wait–”\n\nOwen’s fingers found the hem of the hare’s shirt and tugged it upwards over his head. At this point, Ben was too surprised to fight it. Of course, were he able to think anyway, he probably wouldn’t have stopped him. Owen stripped him down to his blue boxer briefs, and when the otter’s sparkling brown eyes moved down the lagomorph’s body, he gasped, his eyes widening.\n\nBen felt a rush of shame and panic flood his body. His cactus-induced erection was curled against constraining fabric and aching inside his underwear. He ruffled through excuses in his tired brain but his mouth couldn’t make any words.\n\nBut Owen responded. He slid his fingers into the band of his own pants, pushed them down, and revealed the pair of purple briefs he was wearing. Those briefs were thankfully one of Owen’s own pairs – were they the cactus’s… well, that would have defied all sense and logic.\n\nBen mumbled, “Why are you…”\n\n“Cuddling up to you… feeling the heat of your body… knowing what was in your shorts within my grasp, I couldn’t help it”, Owen mumbled quietly, blushing. “I guess you felt the same way, big boy”.\n\n“I… did”, Ben lied.\n\nThe pair had had sex since the night Ben had ripped and torn Owen’s virginity away of them, both of them making an effort to please the other. This, though, was something else.\n\nOwen paused to look at the cactus for a moment, dragging a tongue slowly over his pierced lips. His eyes narrowed, and then they returned to Ben with a strange… ferocity in them.\n\n“Sit back down”, he growled.\n\nBen’s lips quivered. “What?”\n\n“I gave it some light early this morning. We don’t need to worry about moving it today. In fact…” Owen snatched up the remote and turned the volume up on the television. “Now. Sit”.\n\n“Why did you turn up the volume?” Ben asked. “It’s not like the cactus is watching–”\n\n“Shhhhhh, just go with it”, Owen said in a low and sultry voice.\n\nBen swallowed a tremendous lump in his throat, and with unsteady and anxious tension throughout his body, gradually shifted backwards on the couch. In front of him, his curvy boyfriend stripped off his shirt and tossed it away, casting a sweet marshmallowy scent into the air in its wake. Behind his boyfriend, the cactus stood there, utterly unmoving, covered in spines which serve as an effective defence mechanism as well as a captivating visual feature.\n\n“Sit back and relax”, Owen purred.\n\nBen whimpered pathetically in response, his eyes darting between his boyfriend’s dark grin and his spiny cactus… and Owen’s body. For perhaps the first time in his life, while his saguaro was one of the options… Ben didn’t know where to look.\n\nThe otter crept forward until he was standing over the lagomorph, and then he shuffled onto the couch, spreading his thick thighs and kneeling either side of Ben’s waist. He placed his hands against Ben’s shoulders and shoved him backwards against the back of the couch. Then, he planted his huge round ass squarely on the hare’s constrained bulge, leant forward, and smushed his lips against the hare’s. \n\nFor the entirety of their ill-fated relationship, Owen had been a whimpering pushover. But now, whether emboldened by Ben’s newfound guilty affection, galvanised by Ben’s mistreatment into embracing immorality, or something else, something was different about him. \n\nThe bunny’s hands shakily moved to clutch Owen’s wide hips and caress his soft flesh, but the otter was the one utterly in control. The mustelid started grinding gently in his lap, and Ben released a tortured groan that was muffled by Owen’s mouth as his cock started getting what it desperately needed. \n\nIn a break between smooches, Ben asked, “What’s gotten into you?”\n\n“I wanna be a better boyfriend for you”, Owen replied.\n\nIt felt as though Ben should protest, but… he was too weak to say anything. He just let Owen do what he wanted. He knew he didn’t deserve this.\n\nBut he wanted it all the same.\n\nHe raised his hips to meet the otter’s chubby rear each time it bounced against his waist, and with every thrust the desire inside of him built and built until he could barely contain it. Ben sucked down air with heaving gasps around Owen’s mouth, and his muscles twitched and tensed almost out of his control. And that was so, so good. \n\nOwen made no effort to check on the cactus, and Ben wondered – just how many hours of light did his plant get this morning? Could Owen have really squeezed an entire six hours into the morning? He must have gotten up early.\n\nOr… was part of it what Owen so often and freely confessed – that it was just a cactus and if it didn’t get full light on a given day it wasn’t like the plant was going to shrivel and die. He could be lying.\n\nThat felt irresponsible, and yet, right now, if Owen didn’t care… Ben certainly fucking didn’t.\n\nIn fact, the thought of sacrificing his cactus’s wellbeing in an extremely minor and unimportant way sent lightning through his tense and exhausted body, washing away the tar of his hopelessness with electric excitement. \n\nHe kissed Owen back, hard, licking at the inside of his mouth, his hands moving down to grasp the otter’s round ass and squeeze the overflowing flesh like he was squeezing out dopamine. The chubby otter responded to Ben’s lust with his own, grinding harder and faster, while the tip of his tented briefs left damp streaks down Ben’s abs as his uncut dick seeped precum through the fabric.\n\nThe lagomorph’s erection raged until it straightened, and when Owen sat against the top of its length, it pressed back against the sweaty crevice of his ass cheeks enough to help raise him into the air again. Ben thrusted against his fat-assed boyfriend with gritted teeth and a desperate expression on his face. Owen, looking down his muzzle at the skinnier male, grinned smugly, clearly enjoying being in control. As much as it pained him to be teased and taunted like this, Ben found a pleasure in it too. He had struggled for so long to control what was inside of him. To have someone else utterly in control, just for a moment, washed over him like a cool breeze in a stiflingly hot room. \n\nThis physical room, though, was still hot to the point that they both dripped with sweat while humping each other. As Owen bounced and panted, trickles of liquid dripped from the rings piercing his nipples, cooling just slightly in the air before they landed on Ben’s tense abs. The gruelling trial of the heat was nothing compared to the angst between the lagomorph’s legs, though.\n\n“I… can’t… take this”, he whispered, as a means of begging. \n\n“My poor boy”, the otter replied, smirking. His movements didn’t slow in the slightest. He wasn’t going to stop.\n\nBut the awkward humping wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t get him there. It was torture at this point. “Please…”\n\n“[i]Please [/i]what?”\n\n“I need to… cuu-uhhh… ungh…”\n\n“[i]You need to[/i] what?”\n\n“Owen… please…” he whimpered, looking up with eyes full of anguish at the smug and bratty boy. \n\n“Say it”.\n\nBen sat forward slightly so he could speak just a little quieter. “I need to cum, [i]please[/i]”.\n\nThe otter’s upper lip twitched into a sneer unlike anything the hare had seen him show before. Owen shoved Ben back against the couch, slunk forward, and spoke directly into Ben’s long ear. His tone dripped with a dark wickedness not entirely unlike the voice in Ben’s head that spoke to him at the blackest time of night, and his words wrapped around the hare’s heart and squeezed.\n\n“But there’s a cactus right there, Ben”.\n\nThe bunny’s cock throbbed and spurted a fat stream of precum into his boxer briefs. He shivered and gasped, clutching his boyfriend’s plump legs with trembling fingers. Owen had[i] no idea[/i] how sensitive the button he just pushed was.\n\n“[i]Mmmmnnnnghh[/i]”.\n\n“Are you sure you want that… my bad little bunny?” the otter breathed.\n\n“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I want it. I want to cum”, Ben groaned. It took all his might to say it rather than scream it. “Please, I want it. I want it so bad. Make me cum”.\n\nThe otter giggled quietly. “You’re [i]so bad[/i]”.\n\n“Yeah”, he sighed pathetically. “Yeah, I am”.\n\nOwen slid off him and sat beside him instead. The cool waft of air was a relief, but the sudden lack of pressure against his erection when he was already so close left his cock twitching in complaint. Thankfully, Ben’s boyfriend quickly tended to his needs. The otter struggled but eventually freed the lagomorph’s cock from his boxers, and the precum-slick and heated rod of meat [i]slapped [/i]against Ben’s belly as it surged upwards. \n\nBoth of them panted heavily as Owen nuzzled Ben’s neck, leant into his outstretched arm, and started stroking the hare’s exposed needy boner with rapid movements. Ben gritted his teeth as his body spasmed with pleasure and his hips gave tiny, desperate thrusts into Owen’s grasp.\n\n“Watch the saguaro in case it turns around”, Owen breathed. “I’m busy looking at your fat dick”.\n\n“I can do that”, Ben groaned.\n\nIt was only for a moment that the hare wondered how the fuck this ever happened. He would sometimes masturbate quietly behind his cactus, with intense anxiety and almost unbearable shame. It was a sinful act he was determined to take the grave with him and sometimes made him want to send himself there early. And today it had been initiated by [i]Owen[/i].\n\nThis was the sort of thing that broken people did. And Ben was broken. He knew he was broken, and sometimes he suspected he was broken beyond the hope of redemption.\n\nPerhaps Owen was broken too.\n\nPerhaps Ben was the one who broke him. \n\nPerhaps the storming darkness howling inside of him had splintered off and pierced his poor unfortunate boyfriend’s heart. \n\nHe would ponder it all another time. \n\nRight now, he needed to [i]cum[/i].\n\nOne hand clutching at the couch cushions, and another groping his cushiony boyfriend’s body, Ben fixed his eyes upon the body of his saguaro watching a documentary in its carer’s house,[i] just in case it turned around[/i]. Every stroke from Owen sent waves of pleasure rippling through his tortured body, and his drooling tongue lolled from his mouth as his climax raced towards him. In that moment, everything felt good in magnitudes that multiplied every second – the touch of the hand sliding up and down his throbbing precum-slippery cock, the soft squeezable flesh of Owen’s body, the overbearing heat and the dribbling sweat, the scents in the air of their lust-ridden bodies, the goodness of Owen’s naughty smile and terrible sin of what they were doing, together. Were his flowered saguaro to turn around right now there was not a thing in the world that would stop him from cumming. And he suspected Owen wouldn’t stop either, because they both loved that cactus in their own way, and hated it in their own way too. \n\nOwen had no idea he was unwittingly masturbating a plant-lover’s penis in perfect sight of an innocent cactus, though that knowledge spurred the hare closer to orgasm, and as his chest rose and fell rapidly he let out tiny pathetic whimpers between gasps. His stomach tightened and his limbs twitched awkwardly while he lost himself, as he so badly wanted to, in the glorious sight before him, not two metres away at his feet – the cactus had four arms, constituting the classic cactus shape commonly depicted in old Western movies, and it was late in the spring, so at the tip of each arm was a beautiful flower with a vivid white colour, and delicate waxy texture, standing out against the muted tones of the cactus’s body. The sight of his cactus eclipsed Ben’s attention and he wanted to fall face-first into his saguaro, although that would cause extreme and irreparable damage to his facial region and eyes. The pleasure in his dick and balls eclipsed all other senses as it exploded through him and out of him. \n\nIn an instant it hit him faster and harder than he expected and he clenched his eyes shut while gritting his teeth and roaring all the air out of his chest and through his teeth while a long stream of cum erupted from his cock and soared through the air. Where it landed, he couldn’t see and he didn’t care. He tensed his entire body and clenched his heat-sagging nuts as his aching cock pulsed again and more streams of jizz squirted out of his penis with such force it felt like he had been punched in the chest. Nustled in his flexing arm, he heard Owen groan with mischievous delight while the otter continued pumping one of the best loads of Ben’s life out of his cock. His cock sprayed until it had exhausted every baby hare and ounce of energy in his body, and when he finally opened his heavy eyelids his vision was sparkly from having clenched them shut so tightly. \n\nPanting for air, he looked across the floor in front of him with a sense of shame. To his relief, and faint disappointment, his cactus was blissfully unaware of the many thick streams of bunny jizz resting atop the carpet in chaotic patterns mere inches from its terracotta base.\n\nHe glanced at Owen too. Despite what had happened, despite the fact that Owen had started this, Ben still expected to find some look of disdain or disgust on the otter’s face, matching what he usually felt towards himself.\n\nHe didn’t. He saw desire in Owen’s eyes, full of pleading and urgent lust. He saw it in Owen’s open and panting mouth. He saw it in his cum-sloppy hand as it clutched Ben’s chest with need. And he saw it in the otter’s [i]wet [/i]twitching bulge.\n\nThe acts Ben committed always followed a cycle of desire, relief, and shame. But there was no time for dread or guilt or regret today as there usually was. This time, his boyfriend was still on the other side of that risky precipice, and damn it, Ben owed it to him to drag him over here.\n\nHe threw Owen down on his back against the couch and climbed on top of him. He smushed his still-hard and still-exposed cock against the otter’s straining bulge and pressed his weight down against the mustelid, bringing their two hot and sweaty bodies together once more. He grabbed both of his boyfriend’s hands, pinned them either side of Owen’s surprised face against his long hair, and smooched him deeply. \n\nBen’s boyfriend melted in his grasp, moaning into his mouth and holding onto his hands tightly in return. But as the hare started grinding against him with deep and hard and determined thrusts, his body started to tense and twitch. Ben knew Owen loved kissing more than anything, so he held onto the otter’s lips with his own as he humped away, filling the other male’s mouth with his tongue and letting the mustelid suck on it.\n\nIt was obvious Owen was already close to the edge after pleasuring his beloved bunny like that, and it didn’t take long for Ben to [i]feel [/i]his boyfriend’s orgasm was close. The otter let out a continuous low moan while they kissed, but it rose in pitch with every second. His movements grew more desperate, and he wrapped his chubby legs around Ben’s, pulling him close to the point it was almost hard to keep grinding. Groaning with exertion, Ben kept humping with every ember of stamina he had left. \n\nWhen Owen came, he filled Ben’s cheeks with a sudden and helpless and ecstatic groan and his body tightened and froze. His legs locked Ben completely in place and he could no longer move, but it didn’t seem to matter. Owen just wailed against the bunny’s mouth as hot streams of cum flooded out of his briefs-clad bulge, messily oozing between their waists and dribbling down Owen’s wide hips and between his legs to seep into the couch. Ben gave him little kisses as the otter twitched and whimpered beneath him, cumming without touching himself or doing anything besides grasping Ben’s hands tightly, his cock pulsing against Ben’s. \n\nThe lagomorph’s dick throbbed. Even after spending himself with that orgasm, it had grown hard again. For a minute, as the pretty otter writhed and moaned and ejaculated underneath him, the hare started grinding against Owen’s spurting dick. The utterly horrific mess they had created would be a nightmare to clean, even more so given they needed to deal with a cactus being in the room at the same time, but that was more a turn-on than a downer at this moment. The awkward hardness and gross sloppiness against his bare cock sandwiched between the pair felt good, and he let out little moans against Owen’s lips as well.\n\nOwen suddenly froze, twisting his head around towards the cactus and looking at it with wide eyes. \n\n“Did it just move?” Owen asked, breathing rapidly.\n\n“No, it’s just a cactus”, Ben replied.\n\n“Right”, Owen said. Still, the otter seemed to be stuck deep in thought.\n\n“What is it?” the hare asked, his cock still throbbing against the gooey mess of Owen’s groin.\n\n“Ben… I’ve been meaning to ask you something”.\n\nThe lagomorph frowned. “What’s up?”\n\n“I’ve got a cactus at home… It’s such a pain to take tend to”. He chewed on his lip in thought for a moment, before he raised his head to look at the hare. “Do you wanna take care of my cactus for me?”\n\nBen let out a low and lustful sigh. “Oh, Owen… I thought you’d never ask”.\n\nBen wrapped his boyfriend in his arms and kissed him on the lips.\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "


The Blight Of Ben - FurAffinity-Friendly Version




It was hot today. Even with the curtains closed, the heat outside was so oppressive it penetrated the walls of Ben’s house and lingered in the air, refusing to surrender to any efforts repelling it. It was unstoppable, like the growth of Ben’s potted saguaro cactus before him in the living room. Just like the air conditioner blowing from the corner of the room did nothing to hold off the heat, Owen’s presence beside Ben on the couch did nothing to stifle the spiky green plant’s intimidating presence in the room.

Due to the damp hotness in the air, Ben’s natural impulse would have been to splay over the couch, legs spread, arms out, trying to cool off. Yet, Owen was here, and he was as frustratingly Owen-like as ever. The soft otter had one arm around Ben’s back and another hand on the hare’s thigh, and was resting his long-haired head on the bunny’s chest, his blond strands moist with dribbles of sweat.

On an ordinary day Ben would have pushed him away. Yet there had been no ordinary days in the weeks since he had taken Owen’s virginity from him, growling and swearing while Owen begged and cried. That memory had lingered in Ben’s mind ever since, never stronger than when he was staring at the ceiling at night, eyes sore and eyelids heavy, sleepless. How he had turned into such a monster weighed heavily upon his soul, heaving tears out of him in the shower, and filling his lungs with guilt and shame to the point where he could barely breathe and he could only find oxygen in alcohol.

Ben wanted to be a good person. He really did. He had… been able to somewhat accept what he become around his cactus because he had never actually physically hurt the multiple-armed plant. But Owen…

He had hurt Owen. When his boyfriend wanted to give him everything, Ben had hated him. He wasn’t sure it was because of anything Owen had actually done. It felt more like Ben hated Owen because of things the hare had done and things the hare wasn’t able to do. That hatred led to him hurting his boyfriend in that moment, and he had wanted to undo it in every moment since.

Owen hadn’t blamed him, even though he should have. Ben knew what he had done. But when Ben had apologised and told Owen he deserved better, Owen said the same thing to him, vice versa. The hare would have felt terrible had Owen called him a rapist and told him to fuck off forever, but when Owen apologised to him, he felt even worse.

And so, as Owen snuggled Ben and rivers of hot sweat formed between Ben’s taut skin and Owen’s soft curves, the hare snuggled him back, kissing his cheek and rubbing his round belly. The affection came unnaturally to him, but he gave it all the same. He watched as Owen smiled and rested into his touch, and found a sort of solace in the comfort he was able to give the otter that he was unable to give himself. He had a debt to pay, and he would continue trying to pay it. If he could… then perhaps there was some reason for him still to live.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the heat of Owen’s affection was not the only thing causing him discomfort. The cactus, standing proudly erect atop the rug in the middle of the room, captivated the hare’s attention. The cactus’s thick ribbed stem was covered in a rough and textured skin, painted in tones of grey and green that shimmered magically with the rays of light from the television.

Were Owen not here, it would have been so easy for Ben to lose himself in taking care of his cactus, ensuring it was positioned correctly by the window or outside for at least six hours of bright indirect sunlight per day, and checking his calendar to see if it was time to water the cactus again – once every three to four weeks during spring and summer, but only once every six to eight weeks during the other seasons.

He shifted uncomfortably and whimpered quietly as it occurred to him that the time was probably due for his large and growing cactus to be repotted. Oh, it was getting so big…

Owen seemed to pick up on his discomfort, if not the source. In his gentle and feminine voice, he murmured, “Shit, it’s hot today”.

Ben’s eyes were fixed upon the large and sturdy terracotta pot of his cactus, admiring its subtle curves and grooves. His body responded. “Yeah… so hot”.

The otter followed Ben’s gaze to the cactus, but naive enough to not suspect that a plant could hold a man’s attention so deeply. Blind to the notion that there might be something else behind Ben’s blue eyes, Owen said, “That cactus has the right idea for once”.

Ben’s body reacted with a startled jump when Owen’s hand gripped and squeezed his thigh.

In a lower voice, the otter added, “Maybe we should take our clothes off too”.

That was enough to wrench the hare’s eyes away from the pot and towards Owen’s face. In his boyfriend’s expression, he found something he never expected.

Desire.

“Wh-why?” Ben stuttered.

The otter smirked naughtily. “It’s hot”.

While the television’s speakers played a documentary about desert fauna and flora, Owen’s hands wandered over Ben’s body, lingering on his muscles, groping slowly and purposefully. “Owen?” Ben whispered.

“Shhhh. Let me help you, my big bunny”, he whispered against Ben’s neck.

Ben started to breathe heavily, a look of shock across his face. “Wait–”

Owen’s fingers found the hem of the hare’s shirt and tugged it upwards over his head. At this point, Ben was too surprised to fight it. Of course, were he able to think anyway, he probably wouldn’t have stopped him. Owen stripped him down to his blue boxer briefs, and when the otter’s sparkling brown eyes moved down the lagomorph’s body, he gasped, his eyes widening.

Ben felt a rush of shame and panic flood his body. His cactus-induced erection was curled against constraining fabric and aching inside his underwear. He ruffled through excuses in his tired brain but his mouth couldn’t make any words.

But Owen responded. He slid his fingers into the band of his own pants, pushed them down, and revealed the pair of purple briefs he was wearing. Those briefs were thankfully one of Owen’s own pairs – were they the cactus’s… well, that would have defied all sense and logic.

Ben mumbled, “Why are you…”

“Cuddling up to you… feeling the heat of your body… knowing what was in your shorts within my grasp, I couldn’t help it”, Owen mumbled quietly, blushing. “I guess you felt the same way, big boy”.

“I… did”, Ben lied.

The pair had had sex since the night Ben had ripped and torn Owen’s virginity away of them, both of them making an effort to please the other. This, though, was something else.

Owen paused to look at the cactus for a moment, dragging a tongue slowly over his pierced lips. His eyes narrowed, and then they returned to Ben with a strange… ferocity in them.

“Sit back down”, he growled.

Ben’s lips quivered. “What?”

“I gave it some light early this morning. We don’t need to worry about moving it today. In fact…” Owen snatched up the remote and turned the volume up on the television. “Now. Sit”.

“Why did you turn up the volume?” Ben asked. “It’s not like the cactus is watching–”

“Shhhhhh, just go with it”, Owen said in a low and sultry voice.

Ben swallowed a tremendous lump in his throat, and with unsteady and anxious tension throughout his body, gradually shifted backwards on the couch. In front of him, his curvy boyfriend stripped off his shirt and tossed it away, casting a sweet marshmallowy scent into the air in its wake. Behind his boyfriend, the cactus stood there, utterly unmoving, covered in spines which serve as an effective defence mechanism as well as a captivating visual feature.

“Sit back and relax”, Owen purred.

Ben whimpered pathetically in response, his eyes darting between his boyfriend’s dark grin and his spiny cactus… and Owen’s body. For perhaps the first time in his life, while his saguaro was one of the options… Ben didn’t know where to look.

The otter crept forward until he was standing over the lagomorph, and then he shuffled onto the couch, spreading his thick thighs and kneeling either side of Ben’s waist. He placed his hands against Ben’s shoulders and shoved him backwards against the back of the couch. Then, he planted his huge round ass squarely on the hare’s constrained bulge, leant forward, and smushed his lips against the hare’s.

For the entirety of their ill-fated relationship, Owen had been a whimpering pushover. But now, whether emboldened by Ben’s newfound guilty affection, galvanised by Ben’s mistreatment into embracing immorality, or something else, something was different about him.

The bunny’s hands shakily moved to clutch Owen’s wide hips and caress his soft flesh, but the otter was the one utterly in control. The mustelid started grinding gently in his lap, and Ben released a tortured groan that was muffled by Owen’s mouth as his cock started getting what it desperately needed.

In a break between smooches, Ben asked, “What’s gotten into you?”

“I wanna be a better boyfriend for you”, Owen replied.

It felt as though Ben should protest, but… he was too weak to say anything. He just let Owen do what he wanted. He knew he didn’t deserve this.

But he wanted it all the same.

He raised his hips to meet the otter’s chubby rear each time it bounced against his waist, and with every thrust the desire inside of him built and built until he could barely contain it. Ben sucked down air with heaving gasps around Owen’s mouth, and his muscles twitched and tensed almost out of his control. And that was so, so good.

Owen made no effort to check on the cactus, and Ben wondered – just how many hours of light did his plant get this morning? Could Owen have really squeezed an entire six hours into the morning? He must have gotten up early.

Or… was part of it what Owen so often and freely confessed – that it was just a cactus and if it didn’t get full light on a given day it wasn’t like the plant was going to shrivel and die. He could be lying.

That felt irresponsible, and yet, right now, if Owen didn’t care… Ben certainly fucking didn’t.

In fact, the thought of sacrificing his cactus’s wellbeing in an extremely minor and unimportant way sent lightning through his tense and exhausted body, washing away the tar of his hopelessness with electric excitement.

He kissed Owen back, hard, licking at the inside of his mouth, his hands moving down to grasp the otter’s round ass and squeeze the overflowing flesh like he was squeezing out dopamine. The chubby otter responded to Ben’s lust with his own, grinding harder and faster, while the tip of his tented briefs left damp streaks down Ben’s abs as his uncut dick seeped precum through the fabric.

The lagomorph’s erection raged until it straightened, and when Owen sat against the top of its length, it pressed back against the sweaty crevice of his ass cheeks enough to help raise him into the air again. Ben thrusted against his fat-assed boyfriend with gritted teeth and a desperate expression on his face. Owen, looking down his muzzle at the skinnier male, grinned smugly, clearly enjoying being in control. As much as it pained him to be teased and taunted like this, Ben found a pleasure in it too. He had struggled for so long to control what was inside of him. To have someone else utterly in control, just for a moment, washed over him like a cool breeze in a stiflingly hot room.

This physical room, though, was still hot to the point that they both dripped with sweat while humping each other. As Owen bounced and panted, trickles of liquid dripped from the rings piercing his nipples, cooling just slightly in the air before they landed on Ben’s tense abs. The gruelling trial of the heat was nothing compared to the angst between the lagomorph’s legs, though.

“I… can’t… take this”, he whispered, as a means of begging.

“My poor boy”, the otter replied, smirking. His movements didn’t slow in the slightest. He wasn’t going to stop.

But the awkward humping wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t get him there. It was torture at this point. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“I need to… cuu-uhhh… ungh…”

“You need to what?”

“Owen… please…” he whimpered, looking up with eyes full of anguish at the smug and bratty boy.

“Say it”.

Ben sat forward slightly so he could speak just a little quieter. “I need to cum, please”.

The otter’s upper lip twitched into a sneer unlike anything the hare had seen him show before. Owen shoved Ben back against the couch, slunk forward, and spoke directly into Ben’s long ear. His tone dripped with a dark wickedness not entirely unlike the voice in Ben’s head that spoke to him at the blackest time of night, and his words wrapped around the hare’s heart and squeezed.

“But there’s a cactus right there, Ben”.

The bunny’s cock throbbed and spurted a fat stream of precum into his boxer briefs. He shivered and gasped, clutching his boyfriend’s plump legs with trembling fingers. Owen had no idea how sensitive the button he just pushed was.

“Mmmmnnnnghh”.

“Are you sure you want that… my bad little bunny?” the otter breathed.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I want it. I want to cum”, Ben groaned. It took all his might to say it rather than scream it. “Please, I want it. I want it so bad. Make me cum”.

The otter giggled quietly. “You’re so bad”.

“Yeah”, he sighed pathetically. “Yeah, I am”.

Owen slid off him and sat beside him instead. The cool waft of air was a relief, but the sudden lack of pressure against his erection when he was already so close left his cock twitching in complaint. Thankfully, Ben’s boyfriend quickly tended to his needs. The otter struggled but eventually freed the lagomorph’s cock from his boxers, and the precum-slick and heated rod of meat slapped against Ben’s belly as it surged upwards.

Both of them panted heavily as Owen nuzzled Ben’s neck, leant into his outstretched arm, and started stroking the hare’s exposed needy boner with rapid movements. Ben gritted his teeth as his body spasmed with pleasure and his hips gave tiny, desperate thrusts into Owen’s grasp.

“Watch the saguaro in case it turns around”, Owen breathed. “I’m busy looking at your fat dick”.

“I can do that”, Ben groaned.

It was only for a moment that the hare wondered how the fuck this ever happened. He would sometimes masturbate quietly behind his cactus, with intense anxiety and almost unbearable shame. It was a sinful act he was determined to take the grave with him and sometimes made him want to send himself there early. And today it had been initiated by Owen.

This was the sort of thing that broken people did. And Ben was broken. He knew he was broken, and sometimes he suspected he was broken beyond the hope of redemption.

Perhaps Owen was broken too.

Perhaps Ben was the one who broke him.

Perhaps the storming darkness howling inside of him had splintered off and pierced his poor unfortunate boyfriend’s heart.

He would ponder it all another time.

Right now, he needed to cum.

One hand clutching at the couch cushions, and another groping his cushiony boyfriend’s body, Ben fixed his eyes upon the body of his saguaro watching a documentary in its carer’s house, just in case it turned around. Every stroke from Owen sent waves of pleasure rippling through his tortured body, and his drooling tongue lolled from his mouth as his climax raced towards him. In that moment, everything felt good in magnitudes that multiplied every second – the touch of the hand sliding up and down his throbbing precum-slippery cock, the soft squeezable flesh of Owen’s body, the overbearing heat and the dribbling sweat, the scents in the air of their lust-ridden bodies, the goodness of Owen’s naughty smile and terrible sin of what they were doing, together. Were his flowered saguaro to turn around right now there was not a thing in the world that would stop him from cumming. And he suspected Owen wouldn’t stop either, because they both loved that cactus in their own way, and hated it in their own way too.

Owen had no idea he was unwittingly masturbating a plant-lover’s penis in perfect sight of an innocent cactus, though that knowledge spurred the hare closer to orgasm, and as his chest rose and fell rapidly he let out tiny pathetic whimpers between gasps. His stomach tightened and his limbs twitched awkwardly while he lost himself, as he so badly wanted to, in the glorious sight before him, not two metres away at his feet – the cactus had four arms, constituting the classic cactus shape commonly depicted in old Western movies, and it was late in the spring, so at the tip of each arm was a beautiful flower with a vivid white colour, and delicate waxy texture, standing out against the muted tones of the cactus’s body. The sight of his cactus eclipsed Ben’s attention and he wanted to fall face-first into his saguaro, although that would cause extreme and irreparable damage to his facial region and eyes. The pleasure in his dick and balls eclipsed all other senses as it exploded through him and out of him.

In an instant it hit him faster and harder than he expected and he clenched his eyes shut while gritting his teeth and roaring all the air out of his chest and through his teeth while a long stream of cum erupted from his cock and soared through the air. Where it landed, he couldn’t see and he didn’t care. He tensed his entire body and clenched his heat-sagging nuts as his aching cock pulsed again and more streams of jizz squirted out of his penis with such force it felt like he had been punched in the chest. Nustled in his flexing arm, he heard Owen groan with mischievous delight while the otter continued pumping one of the best loads of Ben’s life out of his cock. His cock sprayed until it had exhausted every baby hare and ounce of energy in his body, and when he finally opened his heavy eyelids his vision was sparkly from having clenched them shut so tightly.

Panting for air, he looked across the floor in front of him with a sense of shame. To his relief, and faint disappointment, his cactus was blissfully unaware of the many thick streams of bunny jizz resting atop the carpet in chaotic patterns mere inches from its terracotta base.

He glanced at Owen too. Despite what had happened, despite the fact that Owen had started this, Ben still expected to find some look of disdain or disgust on the otter’s face, matching what he usually felt towards himself.

He didn’t. He saw desire in Owen’s eyes, full of pleading and urgent lust. He saw it in Owen’s open and panting mouth. He saw it in his cum-sloppy hand as it clutched Ben’s chest with need. And he saw it in the otter’s wet twitching bulge.

The acts Ben committed always followed a cycle of desire, relief, and shame. But there was no time for dread or guilt or regret today as there usually was. This time, his boyfriend was still on the other side of that risky precipice, and damn it, Ben owed it to him to drag him over here.

He threw Owen down on his back against the couch and climbed on top of him. He smushed his still-hard and still-exposed cock against the otter’s straining bulge and pressed his weight down against the mustelid, bringing their two hot and sweaty bodies together once more. He grabbed both of his boyfriend’s hands, pinned them either side of Owen’s surprised face against his long hair, and smooched him deeply.

Ben’s boyfriend melted in his grasp, moaning into his mouth and holding onto his hands tightly in return. But as the hare started grinding against him with deep and hard and determined thrusts, his body started to tense and twitch. Ben knew Owen loved kissing more than anything, so he held onto the otter’s lips with his own as he humped away, filling the other male’s mouth with his tongue and letting the mustelid suck on it.

It was obvious Owen was already close to the edge after pleasuring his beloved bunny like that, and it didn’t take long for Ben to feel his boyfriend’s orgasm was close. The otter let out a continuous low moan while they kissed, but it rose in pitch with every second. His movements grew more desperate, and he wrapped his chubby legs around Ben’s, pulling him close to the point it was almost hard to keep grinding. Groaning with exertion, Ben kept humping with every ember of stamina he had left.

When Owen came, he filled Ben’s cheeks with a sudden and helpless and ecstatic groan and his body tightened and froze. His legs locked Ben completely in place and he could no longer move, but it didn’t seem to matter. Owen just wailed against the bunny’s mouth as hot streams of cum flooded out of his briefs-clad bulge, messily oozing between their waists and dribbling down Owen’s wide hips and between his legs to seep into the couch. Ben gave him little kisses as the otter twitched and whimpered beneath him, cumming without touching himself or doing anything besides grasping Ben’s hands tightly, his cock pulsing against Ben’s.

The lagomorph’s dick throbbed. Even after spending himself with that orgasm, it had grown hard again. For a minute, as the pretty otter writhed and moaned and ejaculated underneath him, the hare started grinding against Owen’s spurting dick. The utterly horrific mess they had created would be a nightmare to clean, even more so given they needed to deal with a cactus being in the room at the same time, but that was more a turn-on than a downer at this moment. The awkward hardness and gross sloppiness against his bare cock sandwiched between the pair felt good, and he let out little moans against Owen’s lips as well.

Owen suddenly froze, twisting his head around towards the cactus and looking at it with wide eyes.

“Did it just move?” Owen asked, breathing rapidly.

“No, it’s just a cactus”, Ben replied.

“Right”, Owen said. Still, the otter seemed to be stuck deep in thought.

“What is it?” the hare asked, his cock still throbbing against the gooey mess of Owen’s groin.

“Ben… I’ve been meaning to ask you something”.

The lagomorph frowned. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got a cactus at home… It’s such a pain to take tend to”. He chewed on his lip in thought for a moment, before he raised his head to look at the hare. “Do you wanna take care of my cactus for me?”

Ben let out a low and lustful sigh. “Oh, Owen… I thought you’d never ask”.

Ben wrapped his boyfriend in his arms and kissed him on the lips.



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