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He plodded forward into the bull’s living room and sat on one of the big comfortable couches angled towards the huge wall-mounted TV. In front of him, the gigantic bull was kneeling, fiddling with cords, while the comparatively tiny otter wiggled excitedly next to him. \n\nHe rubbed his thighs to comfort himself, and breathed deeply to slow his racing heart. Zavoc had made his life a living hell all throughout his adolescence. Bullied him, humiliated him, and worse. And now, somehow, he’d ended back up in that bull’s presence, [i]with Finn at his side[/i]. It felt so, so wrong, and a younger voice in his mind was pleading with him to grab the otter and run. But… he wasn’t a teenager anymore. And neither was Zavoc. The coyote had matured. And Zavoc said he had too.\n\nThe TV screen finally flashed and lit up with a game, and a wave of excited music and sound effects washed through the room. Zavoc handed Finn a controller and the otter quickly bounced over to the couch with a grin on his face. He jumped onto the cushion next to Archer, and the coyote placed an arm behind him to rub his oblivious little boy’s back. “Sorry they’re huge. Had to get the big boy size”, the bull said with a smirk, waving one of the controllers next to his head as he got up from the floor. “You wanna play, Archer?”\n\nThe coyote smiled through his nerves and shook his head. “I’m happy to watch”.\n\n“Suit yourself”, the bull said with a shrug. He walked over to the couch and sat on the opposite side to Finn, flopping backwards with a controller in his hands, still shirtless, his fur shining with a hint of sweat. Archer’s eyes lingered on the bull’s body for a moment, remembering the countless times he’d suffered under the force of those muscles, so big and strong. And then he caught himself, and blinked rapidly with shame and surprise, forcing himself to look at the TV instead while Zavoc and Finn played together. \n\nThe two teased each other playfully and Finn’s green eyes glimmered with excitement in a way that soothed Archer’s fearful heart. When they played competitively, the bull asserted he was going to kick Finn’s little butt, but the otter won again and again despite being new to the game. When Zavoc got his ass handed to him once more after a tense match, and Finn bounced and squealed with joy, he shot Archer a cheeky wink, and the coyote smiled back. And for the first time, it wasn’t a fake smile.\n\nLittle by little, the weight of dread started to slip from his chest. The terrified teen in his mind grew quieter, and his own rational adult voice started to take over. Archer didn’t want to forever live in fear of encountering his bully and getting pummelled every time he went outside, turned a corner, or heard a noise at night. He didn’t want to dream about getting beaten bloody every other night. They needed to move on from what had happened when they were younger, to give his soul some peace. \n\nHe started to relax. He started to give the idea of forgiveness a chance.\n\nAs the hours passed, they reconnected.\n\n“Oh man, Mr. Reynholm was such a jerk”, Archer groaned. “He totally had it out for me”.\n\nZavoc nodded, then raised an eyebrow. “He had it out for everyone, except cute girls. The only reason I passed Math was because I caught him milking one out into some panties in the bathroom”, he laughed.\n\nArcher fell back against the couch with eyes open wide in horror. “Seriously?”\n\n“Uh huh”, the bull said, curling his nose up in amused disgust. “Didn’t wanna know where he got ‘em. But made sure he knew I wanted a solid B plus, or else”.\n\nThe coyote chuckled, but nestled inside his arm and still playing a game, the otter looked up at him curiously. “[i]Milked[/i]?” the cub asked.\n\nArcher paused. “Uhhh… it’s…”\n\n“It’s a big boy thing”, Zavoc offered with a smirk. “Don’t worry, kid. When you’re older, you’ll get it”.\n\n“Oh, like squirting?” the otter replied.\n\nFinn’s words ripped all the air out of Archer’s lungs in an instant, and he squeezed the cub’s arm firmly as a silent warning. Finn frowned up at him, but his eyes soon darted away shyly and he seemed to get the message.\n\n“Squirting?” Zavoc asked slowly, turning his head towards the cub curiously.\n\nAfter a pause, Finn shrugged. “I dunno”, he said quietly. And he just continued playing his game.\n\n“Heh…” was all the bull said in response, in his deep voice, and in a decidedly dark tone.\n\nArcher made a conscious effort to stare straight ahead at the TV screen as though his little nine year old companion hadn’t just referenced something very sexual. And even though he couldn’t see Zavoc at all, it still felt like the side of his face was burning under the bull’s gaze. A sexualised kid could lead to questions, and the absolute last person on earth he wanted pondering those questions was sitting next to him. All he could do was pretend nothing was wrong, and hope Zavoc hadn’t picked up on the little hint.\n\nShortly after, Finn needed to pee, and he skipped down the hallway to the bathroom.\n\nZavoc broke the now slightly thick silence between by musing, “He’s such a cute little kid”. His eyes lingered on the doorway where Finn had left the room, and he twirled his controller around between thick fingers.\n\n“Yeah, he really is”, Archer said. He stretched out his arms, which had gone a little numb after cuddling the otter for a long time. Then, he sighed. “He’s been through a lot in life, so, I’m just happy I can be there for him”.\n\nZavoc nodded along, a faint smile across his face as he watched Archer. “You seem happy together”.\n\nThe coyote couldn’t help but laugh a little at the understatement. “Yeah… He was in a bit of a bad place for a while, but we came out of it together. And… he brings a lot of joy to my life too. I can’t imagine what I’d be like without him. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, really”. \n\n“That’s really nice”, Zavoc said to his side.\n\n“Yeah, I’m lucky”, Archer replied. The coyote looked down in his lap and smiled to himself. It was true. Finn gave Archer’s life meaning in a way he’d never had before. \n\nThere was a pause between them -- the only sound in the room the bubbly, pleasant music coming from the TV.\n\nAnd then, breaking the somewhat-silence, Zavoc sighed heavily. “Archer, you know what I regret the most?”\n\n“What’s that?”\n\nZavoc didn’t respond. Archer, stirring from his sense of inner peace, eventually looked over to the bovine. When they made eye contact, Zavoc smiled warmly, and in heavy, blunt voice, said, “When you ruined my fucking life, I didn’t get a chance to make you suffer for it”.\n\nArcher’s heart skipped a beat. He stared at the bull, waiting. Zavoc said nothing. Just stared back.\n\nHis mind tried to process what the bull had said, but it struggled. The words didn’t make sense. They didn’t match… the last few hours. Zavoc had been so friendly, and nice, and inviting. He’d said he’d changed. Wanted to move on. It didn’t make sense.\n\nThe words played over in his mind as he stared at the bull’s still face, hoping he’d misheard them. Thinking he must have.\n\nBut Zavoc’s voice had been clear -- his words careful and deliberate. \n\nThey’d played games. Chatted. Laughed together. And now Zavoc sat there, silent, still, and calm, a faint smile on his face, dark eyes burrowing into Archer’s heart. \n\n[i]When you ruined my fucking life, I didn’t get a chance to make you suffer for it.[/i]\n\nIt couldn’t be… Was Zavoc just toying with him again? Was it a joke? Was the bull going to break into laughter again? His brain fought so desperately to explain the words away, but every alternate explanation Archer clung to crumbled and fell into the whirlpool of despair growing inside his gut, leaving him with nothing but those words, growing louder and louder.\n\nIt couldn’t be. Because if it was… \n\n[i]Oh God…[/i]\n\nArcher’s mouth went dry and his chest tightened. Chills rushed through his body and his heart started racing. His fur prickled with sweat and fear. But the only thing that had changed in Zavoc was his face.\n\nThe smile was gone. His face was cold and serious. And his eyes… were menacingly happy.\n\nZavoc tossed his controller aside and casually sat up on the couch. “In fact, I’d say it’s the [i]only[/i] thing I regret, actually. The one, single thing”.\n\nTaking a trembling breath, Archer opened his mouth. “Zavoc, I--”.\n\nThe bull stood, and his massive, muscular body seemed more intimidating than ever. Backlit by the light of day from the window behind him, it cast a broad shadow across the room that easily enveloped the slender coyote. “You disappointed me, Archer”, he grunted, the ring in his nose trembling under his breath as he edged towards the coyote. “Your weakness ruined my life. And I should have made you [i]pay[/i]”.\n\nArcher shrunk backwards on the couch, stuttering, “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”\n\nSlamming his hands against the back of the couch either side of the coyote, Zavoc leant forward, smushed his broad nose against Archer’s muzzle, and growled, “And what exactly are you sorry for?”\n\nThe coyote’s mind raced to find appropriate words but none of them fit. He didn’t know what to say to fix this. All he could think about was how scared he was. He suppressed the fearful whine growing in his throat and whimpered, “I… I… I told them what you did. I’m sorry”.\n\nZavoc rolled his eyes and laughed to himself. “You fucking wimp. You haven’t changed. Alright then…” He spun around and dropped his ass down on the couch next to Archer, wrapping a muscular arm around the smaller male and pulling him in close against his powerful bare torso. Archer tried to pull away, but against Zavoc’s strength, his arms collapsed like they were made of paper. “Do you know how hard it is to get a job with a criminal record?” he growled, squeezing the coyote roughly inside his arm.\n\nWith his muzzle smushed against the bull’s chunky chest, Archer whimpered, “Z-Zavoc, I’m sorry! I… I thought you wanted to forget and--”\n\n“Forget?” Zavoc laughed bitterly, squishing the coyote harder. Archer could almost feel his bones bending underneath the bull’s powerful muscles. “Are you fuckin serious? You’ve really got no idea, do you?”\n\nArcher trembled as the pieces fell into place around him, painting a terrifying picture. The invitation to Zavoc’s house, the friendly chat... it was all a lie. Just a sick game, like the scared little voice at the back of his head had been trying to tell him. He felt so, so stupid. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Worst of all, he couldn’t believe he’d [i]put Finn into this danger.[/i] He thought about the sweet little otter in the bathroom, and tears welled in his eyes.\n\nHe felt just like a pathetic, weak little teenager again. He wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, just like when Zavoc had kicked him behind the school gym when he was sixteen.\n\nBut he couldn’t let himself fall apart. He had to stick up for himself. He had to try to protect his boy. He had to try to make Zavoc understand. The bull’s huge arm was heavy against his chest, but he took a deep breath as best he could. “I was scared, Zavoc. I… I had to do something. That’s why I told them. I thought you were going to kill me. I’m sorry that it turned--”.\n\nZavoc rolled his eyes so hard his head fell back against the couch and he let out an annoyed groan. “[i]Kill you[/i]? How fucking stupid are you? It was messing around!”\n\nArcher sniffled sharply. “I was terrified! It wasn’t [i]messing around[/i] to me”.\n\nBelow his face, Archer saw Zavoc’s hand clench tightly in anger. “Yeah, because you’re a fucking sissy”, the bull growled. “And instead of growing some balls, you ran off crying to tell on me, and you fucked me over for life”. The coyote opened his mouth to reply, but no words came to mind before Zavoc continued. “I don’t think you fully understand, idiot, so let me spell it out for you”, he said angrily. He pulled the coyote’s head up so he could stare him straight in the face. His entire vision was taken up by the bull’s furious, horned head, and the bull’s breath was hot against his muzzle. “I’ve been so angry for so long, [i]waiting for this for so long[/i]! You ruined my life. Now, I’m gonna ruin yours”. \n\nArcher whimpered and tried to pull away, but the bull’s grip was strong and rough. What did he mean, [i]ruin his life[/i]? \n\nHe heard the toilet flush down the hallway and his eyes widened in terror, and the meaning of Zavoc’s words struck him. “Don’t hurt Finn, please!” he begged. “Do whatever you want to me, but leave him alone!”\n\nZavoc flared his nostrils and bared his teeth in a wide happy grin. “Oh, but you told me all about how happy he makes you, how he gives your life meaning…”\n\nStaring at the bull with desperate eyes, he pleaded, “Please, don’t!”\n\nZavoc grinned with arrogance right in Archer’s face. “Don’t fight it, Archer”, the bull growled. “Or we’ll have to do it the hard way”.\n\nFinn hummed happily as he walked back into the room. Zavoc lazed back in the couch with his arm still around Archer, assuming a relaxed position as though nothing was wrong and nothing had changed. While the coyote vibrated with fear, the bull patted him on the chest. Finn picked his controller back up and regarded the two adults curiously in their new position, but the bull gave him a big comforting smile, and Finn smiled back.\n\nArcher looked at his sweet boy and felt pathetically stupid. How could he have ever thought that the most mean, malicious person he’d ever met could have changed so much? All the evil things Zavoc had done to him as a teen came flooding back now. All the times he’d looked up from where he’d been beaten into the dirt, at the bull’s grinning face through the blur of tears. All those memories that had dwindled away in his memory over time. Forgotten or repressed. The bull had always been charismatic, and clever in his schemes, making Archer think his suffering had finally come to an end, before revealing the agonising truth. Each time he’d felt like an idiot. But never more so than he did right now. He’d fallen for it a final time, enticed here by the promise of forgiving him and moving on. The lure of closure. It was nothing but bait. It was humiliating.\n\nFinn moved to sit on the floor, but Zavoc stopped him. “Come sit in my lap, little buddy”.\n\nThe otter looked at him curiously for a second before plodding over.\n\nThere was a terrible sinking feeling in his gut but Archer didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell Finn to run -- he was sure that Zavoc would have locked the door. And the otter’s little legs would never be able to outrun the strong bull anyway. He wanted to stop Zavoc, but the bull was way too big and strong so Archer would never stand a chance. He wanted to prepare Finn for what he suspected Zavoc was going to do, but he didn’t want to confuse and panic the kid. He wanted to comfort him and tell him not to worry, but he didn’t want to lie. \n\nSo he sat there, watching his young boyfriend while tucked into Zavoc’s armpit, held there by a muscular arm in a way that looked friendly but was covertly threatening, tears forming in his eyelids. He said nothing and he silently cursed his idiocy and weakness.\n\nFinn hopped up into the bull’s lap, and resumed playing his game. Before long, the bull curled a hand around the otter, and started rubbing the boy’s chest -- friendly at first, but before long, inappropriate.\n\nHis fingers traced around Finn’s belly and chest in circles, and started to catch the boy’s shirt, playfully lifting it up to expose his tummy, before letting it fall again. He continued like this for a while, just playing with the boy and his clothes, taking his time, probably to prolong Archer’s dread. Finn hardly seemed to notice, since he was so engrossed in his game.\n\nThen the bull slipped a hand up inside Finn’s shirt, and shot Archer a smile at the same time. He gently lifted the boy’s shirt up and over his head, leaving him shirtless and exposing his little nipples and slightly curved tummy. The bull gently pulled Finn back so he was leaning against the bull’s chest, and he gave the otter’s soft, puffy nipples a slow rub. \n\nFinn giggled innocently at the tickling sensation. Other boys might have been disturbed when an adult started undressing them and touching their body. But this wasn’t new to Finn, after all -- it wasn’t unlike what Archer would sometimes do to him at home. He obviously hadn’t realised that something important had changed in the air, nor picked up on Archer’s new barely veiled distress. Instead, the bull’s fake-friendliness had already won him over, and he was comfortable enough with Zavoc to let him touch him like this.\n\n“That feel okay, Finn?” Zavoc said darkly, stroking the boy’s tummy slowly and sensually.\n\nThe otter nodded happily, distractedly scowling as he took damage in the game on the TV. \n\n“Hmmmm”, Zavoc mumbled. His fingers wandered down the boy’s tummy to his waist, and they started to wiggle their way inside his shorts, and then his underwear. The rest of his hand moved inside, and Archer watched as the bully fondled the cub’s junk. Finn squirmed as the bull’s hand invaded his underwear, but he pushed his hips forward and spread his legs nonetheless to grant him easier access. The bull let out a horny grunt as he molested the kid. “What about that?”\n\n“It’s okay”, Finn said in an innocent voice. A history of doing the same thing with Archer meant this caused him no concern. The coyote suspected that Zavoc really had picked up on the [i]squirting[/i] comment Finn let slip earlier, and was testing Finn’s boundaries.\n\n“Yeah?” Zavoc replied, his voice lower now. He wasn’t playing anymore. “Well good. I like it, so I think I should make you a little more comfortable while I do it”.\n\nThe bovine hooked his other hand into Finn’s shorts and underwear, and then, leaning back so Finn’s body straightened out, he pulled the kid’s clothes off in one quick movement. He left the young otter totally naked except for the green wristband still on his wrist. As Finn leant back against the bull’s muscular chest, his little legs straddled one of the bull’s thick thighs, while Zavoc’s hand rubbed his premature junk. This was little more than an intimate hug to his innocent mind, and his tail flopped happily against the bull’s hips. Still, he looked to Archer for approval.\n\nArcher, fucking terrified and hopeless to stop his lover’s molestation, found himself smiling reassuringly in response, and hating himself for it.\n\nZavoc looked at Archer too, though for a distinctly different reason. He smirked wickedly, showing off that he was doing exactly what Archer had pleaded with him not to do, and that he was enjoying both the act itself, and the suffering it caused the coyote. “Mmm, this is nice”, he grunted. His breath was quickening -- he was becoming aroused. When Archer sniffled, Zavoc chuckled.\n\nThe bull spent a good while rubbing the child’s naked body, continuing to stare the poor coyote down under his arrogant gaze and intensifying Archer’s sense of hopelessness. Over time, Zavoc began to shift around uncomfortably until he groaned, “Fuck, now I need to get comfortable too”. He lifted Finn off his leg and stood him on the floor, then he raised his waist off the couch, hooked his fingers into his board shorts, and yanked them down his legs, leaving only a pair of tight briefs around his waist. In one casual movement, he lounged back in the chair, spread his legs, and showed off what was between them.\n\nFinn gasped, and Archer’s heart sunk with horror. Despite the underwear, Zavoc’s position left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The tight material barely contained his gigantic bovine cock. Semi-flaccid but clearly engorged, it curled up, around, and down, making a massive coiled bulge constrained by the fabric. Where his cock head was squished down towards his balls, there was a massive dark wet spot, and the meaty package throbbed and shifted rhythmically like a snake ready to launch at its prey. \n\nArcher regarded the bull’s bulge with dread, but it also captured Finn’s attention. The otter stood there dumbfounded, his eyes wide and fixed on the bull’s bulge, having never seen anything like that before.\n\nZavoc, of course, basked under the attention. He rubbed his squirming bulge and groaned with discomfort as the meaty flesh squished around under his thick hand. The movement seemed to make his fat dick squirt out more juice as the damp spot grew even larger. “Fuck, these are just way too tight”, he said, an evil glimmer in his dark eyes. “We’re all friends here. You mind if I take them off, Finn?”\n\nThe otter, in something of a daze, slowly shook his head, [i]no[/i].\n\n“Oh, and Archer, you don’t mind, do you?” the bull said, looking at him with that wicked smirk plastered across his face.\n\nArcher’s lower lip quivered. He was reminded of the time that Zavoc stole his science homework for a difficult assignment to copy his answers -- just one of many times that Zavoc taunted him by pretending to ask his permission before doing something that fucked him over. [i]You don’t mind, do you[/i]? Zavoc would ask. Each time, they both knew full well that it didn’t matter what Archer said.\n\nWhat was teenage Archer to say, looking up at the bull three or four times his size, when his head was level with the bull’s muscular pecs? [i]No, Zavoc, I don’t give you permission to steal my work[/i]. If he didn’t give the bull what he wanted, Zavoc would take it anyway... after punching Archer in the gut, pushing him to the ground, kicking him in the stomach, and crushing his face into the mud underneath his hoof.\n\nSo here Archer was, and the last thing on earth that he wanted was for Zavoc to pull his monster cock out and do probably-horrible things to Finn with it, the love of his life. What could he say or do to stop him?\n\nNothing.\n\n“Archer?” the bull prompted, with a twinge of annoyance at having to wait for the coyote to say what Zavoc wanted to hear.\n\n“No”, Archer said, casting his eyes down as he crumbled with shame. \n\nZavoc laughed at the coyote’s utter patheticness, his toned abs rippling like waves underneath his fur. “Good”. Without waiting another second, he slipped his thumbs into his briefs, lifted his waist again, and pulled his underwear all the way off.\n\nFinally unleashed, Zavoc’s massive semi-hard meat unravelled and flopped down onto the cushion between his thick legs. “Ahhhh fuck! That’s better”, the bull groaned. His fat meat started swelling with blood right away now that it had room to grow, and it flexed up into the air, before slapping back down against the couch cushion with a heavy thud. When it rose again, it left a strand of precum connected to the cushion. Grinning arrogantly, the bull placed his arms behind his bed and relaxed against the couch as he showed off his cock. \n\nArcher couldn't look away, and soon realised he was staring at the vulgar performance with his mouth wide open. Zavoc had always been very proud of himself in the school locker room, and his underwear bulge had been disturbingly impressive, so Archer knew to expect something [i]big[/i]. But now, seeing the bovine in all his adult glory -- his huge, thick, veiny cock twitching on top of two dark, plump testicles, leaking his cock juice all over the couch, and [i]still growing[/i]... it was something else. If Zavoc was arrogantly proud of it... well, he had a right to be.\n\nTo add to his shame, he felt his own cock twitching to life inside his underwear, betraying him.\n\nFinn, meanwhile, brought his hands to his mouth and gasped. He ogled the bull’s gigantic pole, his mesmerised eyes following the juicy cock head as it bounced up and down, squirting its sticky stuff around with every throb. “Wowww”, he said, in his innocent little voice. Archer could tell by the way Finn was staring down the fleshy snake that it was an obscene image his little lover would never forget -- Zavoc was already leaving his mark on Finn’s innocent young mind.\n\n“It’s big, huh?” Zavoc chuckled.\n\n“[i]Reaaallyyy[/i] big”, Finn replied in a trance.\n\nLooking at Archer out of the side of his eyes, Zavoc said proudly with a wink, “That’s what a man’s cock looks like”. \n\nArcher’s gut twisted with sickness. The muscular bull, still lounging next to Archer on the couch, had his arms behind his head and a look of obscene gratification on his face as he exposed himself to the underage boy. Archer sat there, helpless, as Zavoc’s manly cock flexed up and down, and his little lover’s eyes were transfixed to the veiny flesh, greasy with sweat and dick juice.\n\n“Let’s play a game, kid”, Zavoc said.\n\n“Okay”, Finn responded automatically, not taking his eyes off the huge dick. There was something very disturbing to Archer about Finn’s face and voice. He was enthralled by the sight, almost hypnotised. While Archer was impressed by Zavoc’s manhood... maybe Finn was too.\n\n“It’s my favourite game, actually”, Zavoc sniggered. “I want you to grab hold of my dick with your hands... and give it a lick, like it’s a lollipop”.\n\nFinn looked up at Zavoc, and a proud smile began to creep across his face. Archer’s heart skipped a beat as he realised what the otter was about to say, but it was too late. Before he could stop him, Finn opened his mouth.\n\n“Oh! It’s like the game I play with Archer!”\n\n“[i]Ufff[/i]”, Archer cringed like the words had punched in between the ribs, unable to contain his dismay.\n\nZavoc snorted with surprise and turned his head to the coyote slowly. “Oh really?” he said, a look of wicked amusement growing on his face. “I mean, I’m not [i]that[/i] surprised. I always took you for a pedo, but I never thought you’d actually have the balls to act on it, hahaha”. The bull fell back against the couch, grabbing his chest as he laughed.\n\nArcher felt tears bead in his eyes and begin to trickle down his muzzle. Great, his biggest enemy had just learnt his deepest, darkest secret. Boy, was Zavoc going to make him pay for it.\n\nZavoc leant towards the coyote, shaking his head in amusement, “I can’t fucking believe it! You were making yourself out to be this selfless fucking angel, like you were looking after the kid to help him or some shit. But you adopted the poor kid just so you could molest him, huh? That’s fucked up, dude, even to me!” The bull continued laughing, his cock still flexing up and down and splattering precum onto the couch cushion between his muscular legs. \n\nBut that pushed Archer too far. No one could call into question his love for Finn, no matter the consequences. “You’re wrong!” he exploded, clenching his fists, baring his teeth. “I love him! I’d never hurt him!”\n\n“Did... did I say something wrong?” Finn interjected suddenly, looking worried as he kneaded his hands anxiously.\n\nZavoc wasn’t at all fazed by the smaller coyote’s outburst, turning his head to Finn again. “Archer’s a bad boy. He’s been abusing you, kid”.\n\n“That’s bullshit!” Archer yelled. “I’ve never done anything he didn’t want to!”\n\n“Pffft! A kid doesn’t know what he’s consenting to”, Zavoc scoffed. “Fuck, you’re a dirty little child molester, Archer. You just want him for his young, fuckable little body, don’t you?” \n\nArcher burnt with rage. He’d given so much of his life to look after Finn. He loved him with all his heart. The sex was just... incidental. If he were bigger and stronger he’d punch the bull’s head in. “Stop it!”\n\nZavoc’s grin only grew. “Hey, hey, listen. I’m not saying that I blame you. I’m not judging. I mean, look at him”. He snatched Finn’s arm and pulled the otter closer. The otter stumbled forward and looked at Archer with growing fear in his green eyes. As the bull picked Finn up and pulled him against his huge, muscular chest, Archer felt an intense sense of dread.\n\n“[i]Archerrr[/i]?” Finn whined. “What’s going on?” With the crying, screaming coyote’s distress unleashed, the poor young thing had finally realised the badness of their situation.\n\n“Shhhhh”, Zavoc whispered. He positioned the otter so Finn was facing him in a hug, his little legs straddling the bull’s waist. Then he ran his huge hands down the boy’s thin body slowly like he was appreciating every curve. “See, Archer”, the bull said darkly. “He’s so fuckable. His little nipples... his little hips”. His hands reached the otter’s ass, and he dug his fingers in to give the soft cheeks a rough squeeze, making the otter squeal. “Urrrrgh, these hot little fuckmelons”, he grunted.\n\n“Please, Zavoc!” Archer pleaded as a desperate, final effort, moving into a kneeling position on the couch next to his bully and boyfriend. “Do whatever you want to me -- take all your anger out on me, punch me, beat me up, whatever, I don’t care! But please... leave Finn alone. He’s just a kid. He hasn’t done anything!”\n\nUnfortunately, Archer’s words were like fuel to the fire of Zavoc’s glee. The bull looked at the coyote with hateful eyes and grinned widely. Just like always, he loved having power over Archer, and all the coyote’s begging seemed to achieve was turn him on even more. \n\n“You fuckin idiot... I want to [i]ruin[/i] you Archer”, he growled. “And this is clearly the best way to do that”. He flipped Finn upside down so the otter’s ass was in his face, while the otter’s face was angled towards his cock.\n\nFinn cried, “Stop! I don’t like this!”\n\n“Such a hot little slut”, the bull murmured to himself, ignoring both Archer’s and Finn’s pleas, and roughly massaging the little otter’s ass with his fat fingers.\n\nArcher sobbed. “[i]Please[/i]!” But by now he knew it was pointless.\n\nHolding Finn in place with one arm, Zavoc grabbed the base of his cock with the other, and he angled it upwards so his precum-burping cock head was an inch from the distressed otter’s face. “You may be too much of a sissy to admit what you want”, Zavoc growled, staring at Archer with his dark, evil eyes. “But I’m not”.\n\nSmacking a hand onto Finn’s plump butt, the bull shoved the kid down his muscular body and filled his underage mouth with thick, rock hard dick. Finn’s crying noises were instantly cut off as his mouth was plugged with cock flesh, replaced by a shocked groan through the boy’s nose.\n\nWith a surge of relief and power, the bull moaned, “Fuck yeah!” He grabbed hold of Finn’s fat ass and gave it a rough squeeze, using it to hold the kid in place as he started to make humping movements into his mouth. The muscles all over his body started to tense and bulge as he used the otter’s mouth, and his fat balls slapped against the wet couch cushion. “Ungh, that feels fuckin nice. Open up wider kid, we’ve got a long way to go”, he laughed, as the boy struggled to take little more than the bull’s fat cock head into his tiny mouth. Finn’s little hands grabbed at the bull’s thick shaft and tried to pull the huge thing out of his mouth. But not only was he a thousand times too weak, the bull’s meat was also growing increasingly slippery with precum and his own spit. His hands slipped up and down against the cock, failing to get traction, and probably only gratifying the bull further with what resembled a frantic hand job.\n\nZavoc looked to Archer with a happy buzz on his face while biting his lip. “You watching, you pathetic cunt? Are you watching me use your precious little boy like a cocksleeve?”\n\nArcher was watching, alright. He could hide his face behind his hands, but like a car crash, he found that he couldn’t stop watching for long. He needed to know what Zavoc was doing to his boyfriend. He needed to share in Finn’s suffering. This was his fault.\n\nBut things were about to get worse. Zavoc grabbed Archer by the collar of his shirt and wrenched his body closer to the bull. Archer fell face-forward onto the couch, his head against the bull’s thigh, and suddenly, the bull’s large hand was grabbing around the coyote’s body and pulling at his clothes.\n\n“I want you naked”, the bull grunted, still fucking the otter’s face. “I want to see your body next to me. I wanna see how fuckin worthless it is compared to mine”.\n\nWith that, he grabbed hold of the back of the coyote’s shirt and pulled it over his head, with no regard for the painful position it forced Archer’s arms into. As he was forcefully stripped, Archer wept into the couch cushion. Next, the bull wrapped his fingers around the waist of Archer’s shorts, and yanked them off too. Finally, he slipped his hand into the back of Archer’s briefs, and gave them a rough tug down too.\n\nArcher cried out in pain. For reasons obvious only to him, his underwear caught around his waist.\n\n“The fuck?” Zavoc said. He used his strong arm to flip the coyote over onto his back, and then exploded with laughter.\n\nHis shameful secret exposed, Archer covered his face in embarrassment -- his stiff dick tented his briefs and prevented them from being pulled down. His hands moved reflexively to his balls when the cruel bull gave them a whack with his fist, and his now endless crying was broken by a pained groan.\n\n“Jeez, Archer”, the bull laughed. “Makes sense, I guess. Me and your boy are a fuckin hot couple, huh?” He grabbed Archer’s briefs again, though this time he just pulled the material so hard that he tore through it and ripped them right off the coyote. Finally, all three of them were naked. Zavoc forced the coyote to sit up and snarled, “Enjoy the show”. Through teary eyes, his hands covering his small but hard dick, Archer watched with pitiful resignation.\n\nHe watched as Zavoc fucked Finn’s mouth with ball-slapping thrusts, his sex juice and Finn’s spit flying through their air, a look of horny bliss on the bull’s face as he ruined the boy’s innocence. It alternated with the bull forcing the otter’s face down on his cock so the boy couldn’t breathe, pulling him off when the boy’s movements got desperate to give him only seconds of relief before filling his mouth with cock all over again. Throughout it all, Zavoc abused Finn’s soft butt cheeks with rough hands, smacking them and squeezing them like he was kneading dough. \n\nThe bovine spent more time looking at Archer than he did at Finn, a perpetual arrogant smirk across his face, and grunting sexually. He taunted Archer as he facefucked the otter -- calling him weak and pathetic, and telling him how good this all felt for him -- and got off on the coyote’s misery. Eventually, the bull’s head fell back against the couch as pleasure rose inside him, and his breathing grew faster and harder. “Archer, I gotta say, this is so fucking good”, he panted, his movements quickening. “[i]Thank you[/i] for bringing this hot little fucktoy to my house”.\n\nArcher watched, hands covering his erection, feeling helpless and pathetic as Finn choked on the bovine’s giant dick. Zavoc’s insults cut deep, because they were true. \n\nThis was his fault. \n\n“Mmmmm, fuck! You ready for a fuckin drink, kid?” the bull moaned, his voice getting higher, his strong muscles going tense. “Swallow it all down, [i]ungh[/i], or you’ll fuckin drown”.\n\nZavoc dug his hands into Finn’s ass, crammed the boy’s face down over his cock, and roared loud as he came. “[i]Uuuuggghh, yeahhh, take that thick fucking load, you little slut[/i]!” His hips raised off the couch and slapped back down over and over again as he made deep fucking movements, though Finn’s mouth was glued to his fat dick. He grabbed hold of the otter’s hair and pushed his head down onto his cock deeper than it had ever gone before, stretching the boy’s little throat with his orgasming dick. “Drink up, yeah, let me fill your little tummy, mmmm”.\n\nHis giant fleshy snake pulsated with every squirt, and his plump balls twitched in their sack with every flex of his cock. Pulling out only momentarily before skewering the boy again, Finn choked and sputtered thick globs of cum over the couch cushion, the bull’s thighs, and the floor in front of them. Zavoc grunted and groaned, and as he fucked the kid’s mouth with deep thrusts, riding out his orgasm, he made a giant mess with his heavy load of cum.\n\n“[i]Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuccckk[/i]”, the bull groaned, until finally his large body went limp and his sexual assault came to an end. \n\nA shimmer of sweat to his dark brown fur, his muscular chest rose and fell as he panted. Looking at the roof, and swimming in the afterglow of sex, he sighed with deep satisfaction.\n\nFinn squirmed backwards until the bull’s softening cock plopped out of his mouth. Instantly gagging, the otter’s whole body heaved, and he sprayed thick potent jizz from his mouth onto the bull’s stomach, gasping for air.\n\nThe bull chuckled sluggishly. “Good try, champ”, he said to Finn. “You did well, especially since you’ve only been practicing on [i]that[/i]”. He lazily pointed a hand towards Archer’s dick.\n\nNow that Zavoc had released the kid, Archer hunched forward to grab Finn off the bull and pull his boyfriend over to himself at the edge of the couch. He wrapped both arms around the sniffling, cummy boy in a tight hug and kissed his hair -- showing his love, and trying to comfort him, but feeling a horrible sense of failure at protecting his sweet little lover at the same time.\n\nWhile Zavoc was still zoned out, Archer asked Finn quietly, “Are you alright?”\n\nThe otter wiped cum off his face with his wrist and blinked away tears. “I… don’t understand”, he mumbled. “What’s going on?” He looked up at Archer with heartbreaking, glistening eyes.\n\n“I…” [i]Ugh, what could he even say[/i]? Finn had no concept of rape, nor an understanding of why someone like Zavoc would enjoy torturing someone like this. He patted Finn’s hair, and held the boy’s face close against his chest. “I’m sorry buddy”.\n\n“I don’t like it, I want to go home”, the otter whimpered.\n\n[i]Oh, God[/i]. Archer felt tears welling anew in his eyes once again. “I don’t like it either”, he replied.\n\n“Why don’t you make it stop?” Finn cried.\n\nZavoc laughed to himself as he heard that. “Because Archer’s a pathetic, skinny little wimp”, he said. “He can’t do shit against a big muscly stud like me”, he added, grinning widely.\n\nArcher certainly felt like a pathetic little wimp right now. As tears rolled down his muzzle, he looked at the chilled out bull. “You’ve gotten what you wanted. Can we go now?”\n\nA look of bewilderment crossed the bull’s face as he processed Archer’s words. “Hah... hahaha... What? Hahahahahaha!” He rolled his head over to look at the coyote. “You think I’m done with you already? Oh boy, we’re just getting started”.\n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2066325]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



Ch 2




Zavoc’s house had a distinctive smell, and when Archer stepped inside and the masculine musk hit his nostrils, it transported him back to a darker time. While Finn skipped ahead after to bull to the cabinet of game consoles to help Zavoc set up the Scritch, Archer lingered in the doorway.  Memories tugged on his mind of a sweaty Zavoc pushing him up against the wall after gym and growling threats in his face, huffing hot air against the scared coyote’s muzzle, grinning and soaking in the canine’s fear while the moist heat and power of his muscled body terrified the poor teen.

His ears twitched when he heard the bull laugh, “Try not to delete any of my saves, okay?”

Finn giggled and smiled.

Sighing heavily, Archer ran his paws through his hair. This was all so surreal, like a dream, except so different to the kind of nightmares he usually had involving Zavoc. He plodded forward into the bull’s living room and sat on one of the big comfortable couches angled towards the huge wall-mounted TV. In front of him, the gigantic bull was kneeling, fiddling with cords, while the comparatively tiny otter wiggled excitedly next to him.

He rubbed his thighs to comfort himself, and breathed deeply to slow his racing heart. Zavoc had made his life a living hell all throughout his adolescence. Bullied him, humiliated him, and worse. And now, somehow, he’d ended back up in that bull’s presence, with Finn at his side. It felt so, so wrong, and a younger voice in his mind was pleading with him to grab the otter and run. But… he wasn’t a teenager anymore. And neither was Zavoc. The coyote had matured. And Zavoc said he had too.

The TV screen finally flashed and lit up with a game, and a wave of excited music and sound effects washed through the room. Zavoc handed Finn a controller and the otter quickly bounced over to the couch with a grin on his face. He jumped onto the cushion next to Archer, and the coyote placed an arm behind him to rub his oblivious little boy’s back. “Sorry they’re huge. Had to get the big boy size”, the bull said with a smirk, waving one of the controllers next to his head as he got up from the floor. “You wanna play, Archer?”

The coyote smiled through his nerves and shook his head. “I’m happy to watch”.

“Suit yourself”, the bull said with a shrug. He walked over to the couch and sat on the opposite side to Finn, flopping backwards with a controller in his hands, still shirtless, his fur shining with a hint of sweat. Archer’s eyes lingered on the bull’s body for a moment, remembering the countless times he’d suffered under the force of those muscles, so big and strong. And then he caught himself, and blinked rapidly with shame and surprise, forcing himself to look at the TV instead while Zavoc and Finn played together.

The two teased each other playfully and Finn’s green eyes glimmered with excitement in a way that soothed Archer’s fearful heart. When they played competitively, the bull asserted he was going to kick Finn’s little butt, but the otter won again and again despite being new to the game. When Zavoc got his ass handed to him once more after a tense match, and Finn bounced and squealed with joy, he shot Archer a cheeky wink, and the coyote smiled back. And for the first time, it wasn’t a fake smile.

Little by little, the weight of dread started to slip from his chest. The terrified teen in his mind grew quieter, and his own rational adult voice started to take over. Archer didn’t want to forever live in fear of encountering his bully and getting pummelled every time he went outside, turned a corner, or heard a noise at night. He didn’t want to dream about getting beaten bloody every other night. They needed to move on from what had happened when they were younger, to give his soul some peace.  

He started to relax. He started to give the idea of forgiveness a chance.

As the hours passed, they reconnected.

“Oh man, Mr. Reynholm was such a jerk”, Archer groaned. “He totally had it out for me”.

Zavoc nodded, then raised an eyebrow. “He had it out for everyone, except cute girls. The only reason I passed Math was because I caught him milking one out into some panties in the bathroom”, he laughed.

Archer fell back against the couch with eyes open wide in horror. “Seriously?”

“Uh huh”, the bull said, curling his nose up in amused disgust. “Didn’t wanna know where he got ‘em. But made sure he knew I wanted a solid B plus, or else”.

The coyote chuckled, but nestled inside his arm and still playing a game, the otter looked up at him curiously. “Milked?” the cub asked.

Archer paused. “Uhhh… it’s…”

“It’s a big boy thing”, Zavoc offered with a smirk. “Don’t worry, kid. When you’re older, you’ll get it”.

“Oh, like squirting?” the otter replied.

Finn’s words ripped all the air out of Archer’s lungs in an instant, and he squeezed the cub’s arm firmly as a silent warning. Finn frowned up at him, but his eyes soon darted away shyly and he seemed to get the message.

“Squirting?” Zavoc asked slowly, turning his head towards the cub curiously.

After a pause, Finn shrugged. “I dunno”, he said quietly. And he just continued playing his game.

“Heh…” was all the bull said in response, in his deep voice, and in a decidedly dark tone.

Archer made a conscious effort to stare straight ahead at the TV screen as though his little nine year old companion hadn’t just referenced something very sexual. And even though he couldn’t see Zavoc at all, it still felt like the side of his face was burning under the bull’s gaze. A sexualised kid could lead to questions, and the absolute last person on earth he wanted pondering those questions was sitting next to him. All he could do was pretend nothing was wrong, and hope Zavoc hadn’t picked up on the little hint.

Shortly after, Finn needed to pee, and he skipped down the hallway to the bathroom.

Zavoc broke the now slightly thick silence between by musing, “He’s such a cute little kid”. His eyes lingered on the doorway where Finn had left the room, and he twirled his controller around between thick fingers.

“Yeah, he really is”, Archer said. He stretched out his arms, which had gone a little numb after cuddling the otter for a long time. Then, he sighed. “He’s been through a lot in life, so, I’m just happy I can be there for him”.

Zavoc nodded along, a faint smile across his face as he watched Archer. “You seem happy together”.

The coyote couldn’t help but laugh a little at the understatement. “Yeah… He was in a bit of a bad place for a while, but we came out of it together. And… he brings a lot of joy to my life too. I can’t imagine what I’d be like without him. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, really”.

“That’s really nice”, Zavoc said to his side.

“Yeah, I’m lucky”, Archer replied. The coyote looked down in his lap and smiled to himself. It was true. Finn gave Archer’s life meaning in a way he’d never had before.

There was a pause between them -- the only sound in the room the bubbly, pleasant music coming from the TV.

And then, breaking the somewhat-silence, Zavoc sighed heavily. “Archer, you know what I regret the most?”

“What’s that?”

Zavoc didn’t respond. Archer, stirring from his sense of inner peace, eventually looked over to the bovine. When they made eye contact, Zavoc smiled warmly, and in heavy, blunt voice, said, “When you ruined my fucking life, I didn’t get a chance to make you suffer for it”.

Archer’s heart skipped a beat. He stared at the bull, waiting. Zavoc said nothing. Just stared back.

His mind tried to process what the bull had said, but it struggled. The words didn’t make sense. They didn’t match… the last few hours. Zavoc had been so friendly, and nice, and inviting. He’d said he’d changed. Wanted to move on. It didn’t make sense.

The words played over in his mind as he stared at the bull’s still face, hoping he’d misheard them. Thinking he must have.

But Zavoc’s voice had been clear -- his words careful and deliberate.

They’d played games. Chatted. Laughed together. And now Zavoc sat there, silent, still, and calm, a faint smile on his face, dark eyes burrowing into Archer’s heart.

When you ruined my fucking life, I didn’t get a chance to make you suffer for it.

It couldn’t be… Was Zavoc just toying with him again? Was it a joke? Was the bull going to break into laughter again? His brain fought so desperately to explain the words away, but every alternate explanation Archer clung to crumbled and fell into the whirlpool of despair growing inside his gut, leaving him with nothing but those words, growing louder and louder.

It couldn’t be. Because if it was…

Oh God…

Archer’s mouth went dry and his chest tightened. Chills rushed through his body and his heart started racing. His fur prickled with sweat and fear. But the only thing that had changed in Zavoc was his face.

The smile was gone. His face was cold and serious. And his eyes… were menacingly happy.

Zavoc tossed his controller aside and casually sat up on the couch. “In fact, I’d say it’s the only thing I regret, actually. The one, single thing”.

Taking a trembling breath, Archer opened his mouth. “Zavoc, I--”.

The bull stood, and his massive, muscular body seemed more intimidating than ever. Backlit by the light of day from the window behind him, it cast a broad shadow across the room that easily enveloped the slender coyote. “You disappointed me, Archer”, he grunted, the ring in his nose trembling under his breath as he edged towards the coyote. “Your weakness ruined my life. And I should have made you pay”.

Archer shrunk backwards on the couch, stuttering, “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

Slamming his hands against the back of the couch either side of the coyote, Zavoc leant forward, smushed his broad nose against Archer’s muzzle, and growled, “And what exactly are you sorry for?”

The coyote’s mind raced to find appropriate words but none of them fit. He didn’t know what to say to fix this. All he could think about was how scared he was. He suppressed the fearful whine growing in his throat and whimpered, “I… I… I told them what you did. I’m sorry”.

Zavoc rolled his eyes and laughed to himself. “You fucking wimp. You haven’t changed. Alright then…” He spun around and dropped his ass down on the couch next to Archer, wrapping a muscular arm around the smaller male and pulling him in close against his powerful bare torso. Archer tried to pull away, but against Zavoc’s strength, his arms collapsed like they were made of paper. “Do you know how hard it is to get a job with a criminal record?” he growled, squeezing the coyote roughly inside his arm.

With his muzzle smushed against the bull’s chunky chest, Archer whimpered, “Z-Zavoc, I’m sorry! I… I thought you wanted to forget and--”

“Forget?” Zavoc laughed bitterly, squishing the coyote harder. Archer could almost feel his bones bending underneath the bull’s powerful muscles. “Are you fuckin serious? You’ve really got no idea, do you?”

Archer trembled as the pieces fell into place around him, painting a terrifying picture. The invitation to Zavoc’s house, the friendly chat... it was all a lie. Just a sick game, like the scared little voice at the back of his head had been trying to tell him. He felt so, so stupid. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Worst of all, he couldn’t believe he’d put Finn into this danger. He thought about the sweet little otter in the bathroom, and tears welled in his eyes.

He felt just like a pathetic, weak little teenager again. He wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, just like when Zavoc had kicked him behind the school gym when he was sixteen.

But he couldn’t let himself fall apart. He had to stick up for himself. He had to try to protect his boy. He had to try to make Zavoc understand. The bull’s huge arm was heavy against his chest, but he took a deep breath as best he could. “I was scared, Zavoc. I… I had to do something. That’s why I told them. I thought you were going to kill me. I’m sorry that it turned--”.

Zavoc rolled his eyes so hard his head fell back against the couch and he let out an annoyed groan. “Kill you? How fucking stupid are you? It was messing around!”

Archer sniffled sharply. “I was terrified! It wasn’t messing around to me”.

Below his face, Archer saw Zavoc’s hand clench tightly in anger. “Yeah, because you’re a fucking sissy”, the bull growled. “And instead of growing some balls, you ran off crying to tell on me, and you fucked me over for life”. The coyote opened his mouth to reply, but no words came to mind before Zavoc continued. “I don’t think you fully understand, idiot, so let me spell it out for you”, he said angrily. He pulled the coyote’s head up so he could stare him straight in the face. His entire vision was taken up by the bull’s furious, horned head, and the bull’s breath was hot against his muzzle. “I’ve been so angry for so long, waiting for this for so long! You ruined my life. Now, I’m gonna ruin yours”.

Archer whimpered and tried to pull away, but the bull’s grip was strong and rough. What did he mean, ruin his life?

He heard the toilet flush down the hallway and his eyes widened in terror, and the meaning of Zavoc’s words struck him. “Don’t hurt Finn, please!” he begged. “Do whatever you want to me, but leave him alone!”

Zavoc flared his nostrils and bared his teeth in a wide happy grin. “Oh, but you told me all about how happy he makes you, how he gives your life meaning…”

Staring at the bull with desperate eyes, he pleaded, “Please, don’t!”

Zavoc grinned with arrogance right in Archer’s face. “Don’t fight it, Archer”, the bull growled. “Or we’ll have to do it the hard way”.

Finn hummed happily as he walked back into the room. Zavoc lazed back in the couch with his arm still around Archer, assuming a relaxed position as though nothing was wrong and nothing had changed. While the coyote vibrated with fear, the bull patted him on the chest. Finn picked his controller back up and regarded the two adults curiously in their new position, but the bull gave him a big comforting smile, and Finn smiled back.

Archer looked at his sweet boy and felt pathetically stupid. How could he have ever thought that the most mean, malicious person he’d ever met could have changed so much? All the evil things Zavoc had done to him as a teen came flooding back now. All the times he’d looked up from where he’d been beaten into the dirt, at the bull’s grinning face through the blur of tears. All those memories that had dwindled away in his memory over time. Forgotten or repressed. The bull had always been charismatic, and clever in his schemes, making Archer think his suffering had finally come to an end, before revealing the agonising truth. Each time he’d felt like an idiot. But never more so than he did right now. He’d fallen for it a final time, enticed here by the promise of forgiving him and moving on. The lure of closure. It was nothing but bait. It was humiliating.

Finn moved to sit on the floor, but Zavoc stopped him. “Come sit in my lap, little buddy”.

The otter looked at him curiously for a second before plodding over.

There was a terrible sinking feeling in his gut but Archer didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell Finn to run -- he was sure that Zavoc would have locked the door. And the otter’s little legs would never be able to outrun the strong bull anyway. He wanted to stop Zavoc, but the bull was way too big and strong so Archer would never stand a chance. He wanted to prepare Finn for what he suspected Zavoc was going to do, but he didn’t want to confuse and panic the kid. He wanted to comfort him and tell him not to worry, but he didn’t want to lie.

So he sat there, watching his young boyfriend while tucked into Zavoc’s armpit, held there by a muscular arm in a way that looked friendly but was covertly threatening, tears forming in his eyelids. He said nothing and he silently cursed his idiocy and weakness.

Finn hopped up into the bull’s lap, and resumed playing his game. Before long, the bull curled a hand around the otter, and started rubbing the boy’s chest -- friendly at first, but before long, inappropriate.

His fingers traced around Finn’s belly and chest in circles, and started to catch the boy’s shirt, playfully lifting it up to expose his tummy, before letting it fall again. He continued like this for a while, just playing with the boy and his clothes, taking his time, probably to prolong Archer’s dread. Finn hardly seemed to notice, since he was so engrossed in his game.

Then the bull slipped a hand up inside Finn’s shirt, and shot Archer a smile at the same time. He gently lifted the boy’s shirt up and over his head, leaving him shirtless and exposing his little nipples and slightly curved tummy. The bull gently pulled Finn back so he was leaning against the bull’s chest, and he gave the otter’s soft, puffy nipples a slow rub.

Finn giggled innocently at the tickling sensation. Other boys might have been disturbed when an adult started undressing them and touching their body. But this wasn’t new to Finn, after all -- it wasn’t unlike what Archer would sometimes do to him at home. He obviously hadn’t realised that something important had changed in the air, nor picked up on Archer’s new barely veiled distress. Instead, the bull’s fake-friendliness had already won him over, and he was comfortable enough with Zavoc to let him touch him like this.

“That feel okay, Finn?” Zavoc said darkly, stroking the boy’s tummy slowly and sensually.

The otter nodded happily, distractedly scowling as he took damage in the game on the TV.

“Hmmmm”, Zavoc mumbled. His fingers wandered down the boy’s tummy to his waist, and they started to wiggle their way inside his shorts, and then his underwear. The rest of his hand moved inside, and Archer watched as the bully fondled the cub’s junk. Finn squirmed as the bull’s hand invaded his underwear, but he pushed his hips forward and spread his legs nonetheless to grant him easier access. The bull let out a horny grunt as he molested the kid. “What about that?”

“It’s okay”, Finn said in an innocent voice. A history of doing the same thing with Archer meant this caused him no concern. The coyote suspected that Zavoc really had picked up on the squirting comment Finn let slip earlier, and was testing Finn’s boundaries.

“Yeah?” Zavoc replied, his voice lower now. He wasn’t playing anymore. “Well good. I like it, so I think I should make you a little more comfortable while I do it”.

The bovine hooked his other hand into Finn’s shorts and underwear, and then, leaning back so Finn’s body straightened out, he pulled the kid’s clothes off in one quick movement. He left the young otter totally naked except for the green wristband still on his wrist. As Finn leant back against the bull’s muscular chest, his little legs straddled one of the bull’s thick thighs, while Zavoc’s hand rubbed his premature junk. This was little more than an intimate hug to his innocent mind, and his tail flopped happily against the bull’s hips. Still, he looked to Archer for approval.

Archer, fucking terrified and hopeless to stop his lover’s molestation, found himself smiling reassuringly in response, and hating himself for it.

Zavoc looked at Archer too, though for a distinctly different reason. He smirked wickedly, showing off that he was doing exactly what Archer had pleaded with him not to do, and that he was enjoying both the act itself, and the suffering it caused the coyote. “Mmm, this is nice”, he grunted. His breath was quickening -- he was becoming aroused. When Archer sniffled, Zavoc chuckled.

The bull spent a good while rubbing the child’s naked body, continuing to stare the poor coyote down under his arrogant gaze and intensifying Archer’s sense of hopelessness. Over time, Zavoc began to shift around uncomfortably until he groaned, “Fuck, now I need to get comfortable too”. He lifted Finn off his leg and stood him on the floor, then he raised his waist off the couch, hooked his fingers into his board shorts, and yanked them down his legs, leaving only a pair of tight briefs around his waist. In one casual movement, he lounged back in the chair, spread his legs, and showed off what was between them.

Finn gasped, and Archer’s heart sunk with horror. Despite the underwear, Zavoc’s position left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The tight material barely contained his gigantic bovine cock. Semi-flaccid but clearly engorged, it curled up, around, and down, making a massive coiled bulge constrained by the fabric. Where his cock head was squished down towards his balls, there was a massive dark wet spot, and the meaty package throbbed and shifted rhythmically like a snake ready to launch at its prey.

Archer regarded the bull’s bulge with dread, but it also captured Finn’s attention. The otter stood there dumbfounded, his eyes wide and fixed on the bull’s bulge, having never seen anything like that before.

Zavoc, of course, basked under the attention. He rubbed his squirming bulge and groaned with discomfort as the meaty flesh squished around under his thick hand. The movement seemed to make his fat dick squirt out more juice as the damp spot grew even larger. “Fuck, these are just way too tight”, he said, an evil glimmer in his dark eyes. “We’re all friends here. You mind if I take them off, Finn?”

The otter, in something of a daze, slowly shook his head, no.

“Oh, and Archer, you don’t mind, do you?” the bull said, looking at him with that wicked smirk plastered across his face.

Archer’s lower lip quivered. He was reminded of the time that Zavoc stole his science homework for a difficult assignment to copy his answers -- just one of many times that Zavoc taunted him by pretending to ask his permission before doing something that fucked him over. You don’t mind, do you? Zavoc would ask. Each time, they both knew full well that it didn’t matter what Archer said.

What was teenage Archer to say, looking up at the bull three or four times his size, when his head was level with the bull’s muscular pecs? No, Zavoc, I don’t give you permission to steal my work. If he didn’t give the bull what he wanted, Zavoc would take it anyway... after punching Archer in the gut, pushing him to the ground, kicking him in the stomach, and crushing his face into the mud underneath his hoof.

So here Archer was, and the last thing on earth that he wanted was for Zavoc to pull his monster cock out and do probably-horrible things to Finn with it, the love of his life. What could he say or do to stop him?

Nothing.

“Archer?” the bull prompted, with a twinge of annoyance at having to wait for the coyote to say what Zavoc wanted to hear.

“No”, Archer said, casting his eyes down as he crumbled with shame.

Zavoc laughed at the coyote’s utter patheticness, his toned abs rippling like waves underneath his fur. “Good”. Without waiting another second, he slipped his thumbs into his briefs, lifted his waist again, and pulled his underwear all the way off.

Finally unleashed, Zavoc’s massive semi-hard meat unravelled and flopped down onto the cushion between his thick legs. “Ahhhh fuck! That’s better”, the bull groaned. His fat meat started swelling with blood right away now that it had room to grow, and it flexed up into the air, before slapping back down against the couch cushion with a heavy thud. When it rose again, it left a strand of precum connected to the cushion. Grinning arrogantly, the bull placed his arms behind his bed and relaxed against the couch as he showed off his cock.

Archer couldn't look away, and soon realised he was staring at the vulgar performance with his mouth wide open. Zavoc had always been very proud of himself in the school locker room, and his underwear bulge had been disturbingly impressive, so Archer knew to expect something big. But now, seeing the bovine in all his adult glory -- his huge, thick, veiny cock twitching on top of two dark, plump testicles, leaking his cock juice all over the couch, and still growing... it was something else. If Zavoc was arrogantly proud of it... well, he had a right to be.

To add to his shame, he felt his own cock twitching to life inside his underwear, betraying him.

Finn, meanwhile, brought his hands to his mouth and gasped. He ogled the bull’s gigantic pole, his mesmerised eyes following the juicy cock head as it bounced up and down, squirting its sticky stuff around with every throb. “Wowww”, he said, in his innocent little voice. Archer could tell by the way Finn was staring down the fleshy snake that it was an obscene image his little lover would never forget -- Zavoc was already leaving his mark on Finn’s innocent young mind.

“It’s big, huh?” Zavoc chuckled.

“Reaaallyyy big”, Finn replied in a trance.

Looking at Archer out of the side of his eyes, Zavoc said proudly with a wink, “That’s what a man’s cock looks like”.

Archer’s gut twisted with sickness. The muscular bull, still lounging next to Archer on the couch, had his arms behind his head and a look of obscene gratification on his face as he exposed himself to the underage boy. Archer sat there, helpless, as Zavoc’s manly cock flexed up and down, and his little lover’s eyes were transfixed to the veiny flesh, greasy with sweat and dick juice.

“Let’s play a game, kid”, Zavoc said.

“Okay”, Finn responded automatically, not taking his eyes off the huge dick. There was something very disturbing to Archer about Finn’s face and voice. He was enthralled by the sight, almost hypnotised. While Archer was impressed by Zavoc’s manhood... maybe Finn was too.

“It’s my favourite game, actually”, Zavoc sniggered. “I want you to grab hold of my dick with your hands... and give it a lick, like it’s a lollipop”.

Finn looked up at Zavoc, and a proud smile began to creep across his face. Archer’s heart skipped a beat as he realised what the otter was about to say, but it was too late. Before he could stop him, Finn opened his mouth.

“Oh! It’s like the game I play with Archer!”

“Ufff”, Archer cringed like the words had punched in between the ribs, unable to contain his dismay.

Zavoc snorted with surprise and turned his head to the coyote slowly. “Oh really?” he said, a look of wicked amusement growing on his face. “I mean, I’m not that surprised. I always took you for a pedo, but I never thought you’d actually have the balls to act on it, hahaha”. The bull fell back against the couch, grabbing his chest as he laughed.

Archer felt tears bead in his eyes and begin to trickle down his muzzle. Great, his biggest enemy had just learnt his deepest, darkest secret. Boy, was Zavoc going to make him pay for it.

Zavoc leant towards the coyote, shaking his head in amusement, “I can’t fucking believe it! You were making yourself out to be this selfless fucking angel, like you were looking after the kid to help him or some shit. But you adopted the poor kid just so you could molest him, huh? That’s fucked up, dude, even to me!” The bull continued laughing, his cock still flexing up and down and splattering precum onto the couch cushion between his muscular legs.

But that pushed Archer too far. No one could call into question his love for Finn, no matter the consequences. “You’re wrong!” he exploded, clenching his fists, baring his teeth. “I love him! I’d never hurt him!”

“Did... did I say something wrong?” Finn interjected suddenly, looking worried as he kneaded his hands anxiously.

Zavoc wasn’t at all fazed by the smaller coyote’s outburst, turning his head to Finn again. “Archer’s a bad boy. He’s been abusing you, kid”.

“That’s bullshit!” Archer yelled. “I’ve never done anything he didn’t want to!”

“Pffft! A kid doesn’t know what he’s consenting to”, Zavoc scoffed. “Fuck, you’re a dirty little child molester, Archer. You just want him for his young, fuckable little body, don’t you?”

Archer burnt with rage. He’d given so much of his life to look after Finn. He loved him with all his heart. The sex was just... incidental. If he were bigger and stronger he’d punch the bull’s head in. “Stop it!”

Zavoc’s grin only grew. “Hey, hey, listen. I’m not saying that I blame you. I’m not judging. I mean, look at him”. He snatched Finn’s arm and pulled the otter closer. The otter stumbled forward and looked at Archer with growing fear in his green eyes. As the bull picked Finn up and pulled him against his huge, muscular chest, Archer felt an intense sense of dread.

“Archerrr?” Finn whined. “What’s going on?” With the crying, screaming coyote’s distress unleashed, the poor young thing had finally realised the badness of their situation.

“Shhhhh”, Zavoc whispered. He positioned the otter so Finn was facing him in a hug, his little legs straddling the bull’s waist. Then he ran his huge hands down the boy’s thin body slowly like he was appreciating every curve. “See, Archer”, the bull said darkly. “He’s so fuckable. His little nipples... his little hips”. His hands reached the otter’s ass, and he dug his fingers in to give the soft cheeks a rough squeeze, making the otter squeal. “Urrrrgh, these hot little fuckmelons”, he grunted.

“Please, Zavoc!” Archer pleaded as a desperate, final effort, moving into a kneeling position on the couch next to his bully and boyfriend. “Do whatever you want to me -- take all your anger out on me, punch me, beat me up, whatever, I don’t care! But please... leave Finn alone. He’s just a kid. He hasn’t done anything!”

Unfortunately, Archer’s words were like fuel to the fire of Zavoc’s glee. The bull looked at the coyote with hateful eyes and grinned widely. Just like always, he loved having power over Archer, and all the coyote’s begging seemed to achieve was turn him on even more.

“You fuckin idiot... I want to ruin you Archer”, he growled. “And this is clearly the best way to do that”. He flipped Finn upside down so the otter’s ass was in his face, while the otter’s face was angled towards his cock.

Finn cried, “Stop! I don’t like this!”

“Such a hot little slut”, the bull murmured to himself, ignoring both Archer’s and Finn’s pleas, and roughly massaging the little otter’s ass with his fat fingers.

Archer sobbed. “Please!” But by now he knew it was pointless.

Holding Finn in place with one arm, Zavoc grabbed the base of his cock with the other, and he angled it upwards so his precum-burping cock head was an inch from the distressed otter’s face. “You may be too much of a sissy to admit what you want”, Zavoc growled, staring at Archer with his dark, evil eyes. “But I’m not”.

Smacking a hand onto Finn’s plump butt, the bull shoved the kid down his muscular body and filled his underage mouth with thick, rock hard dick. Finn’s crying noises were instantly cut off as his mouth was plugged with cock flesh, replaced by a shocked groan through the boy’s nose.

With a surge of relief and power, the bull moaned, “Fuck yeah!” He grabbed hold of Finn’s fat ass and gave it a rough squeeze, using it to hold the kid in place as he started to make humping movements into his mouth. The muscles all over his body started to tense and bulge as he used the otter’s mouth, and his fat balls slapped against the wet couch cushion. “Ungh, that feels fuckin nice. Open up wider kid, we’ve got a long way to go”, he laughed, as the boy struggled to take little more than the bull’s fat cock head into his tiny mouth. Finn’s little hands grabbed at the bull’s thick shaft and tried to pull the huge thing out of his mouth. But not only was he a thousand times too weak, the bull’s meat was also growing increasingly slippery with precum and his own spit. His hands slipped up and down against the cock, failing to get traction, and probably only gratifying the bull further with what resembled a frantic hand job.

Zavoc looked to Archer with a happy buzz on his face while biting his lip. “You watching, you pathetic cunt? Are you watching me use your precious little boy like a cocksleeve?”

Archer was watching, alright. He could hide his face behind his hands, but like a car crash, he found that he couldn’t stop watching for long. He needed to know what Zavoc was doing to his boyfriend. He needed to share in Finn’s suffering. This was his fault.

But things were about to get worse. Zavoc grabbed Archer by the collar of his shirt and wrenched his body closer to the bull. Archer fell face-forward onto the couch, his head against the bull’s thigh, and suddenly, the bull’s large hand was grabbing around the coyote’s body and pulling at his clothes.

“I want you naked”, the bull grunted, still fucking the otter’s face. “I want to see your body next to me. I wanna see how fuckin worthless it is compared to mine”.

With that, he grabbed hold of the back of the coyote’s shirt and pulled it over his head, with no regard for the painful position it forced Archer’s arms into. As he was forcefully stripped, Archer wept into the couch cushion. Next, the bull wrapped his fingers around the waist of Archer’s shorts, and yanked them off too. Finally, he slipped his hand into the back of Archer’s briefs, and gave them a rough tug down too.

Archer cried out in pain. For reasons obvious only to him, his underwear caught around his waist.

“The fuck?” Zavoc said. He used his strong arm to flip the coyote over onto his back, and then exploded with laughter.

His shameful secret exposed, Archer covered his face in embarrassment -- his stiff dick tented his briefs and prevented them from being pulled down. His hands moved reflexively to his balls when the cruel bull gave them a whack with his fist, and his now endless crying was broken by a pained groan.

“Jeez, Archer”, the bull laughed. “Makes sense, I guess. Me and your boy are a fuckin hot couple, huh?” He grabbed Archer’s briefs again, though this time he just pulled the material so hard that he tore through it and ripped them right off the coyote. Finally, all three of them were naked. Zavoc forced the coyote to sit up and snarled, “Enjoy the show”. Through teary eyes, his hands covering his small but hard dick, Archer watched with pitiful resignation.

He watched as Zavoc fucked Finn’s mouth with ball-slapping thrusts, his sex juice and Finn’s spit flying through their air, a look of horny bliss on the bull’s face as he ruined the boy’s innocence. It alternated with the bull forcing the otter’s face down on his cock so the boy couldn’t breathe, pulling him off when the boy’s movements got desperate to give him only seconds of relief before filling his mouth with cock all over again. Throughout it all, Zavoc abused Finn’s soft butt cheeks with rough hands, smacking them and squeezing them like he was kneading dough.

The bovine spent more time looking at Archer than he did at Finn, a perpetual arrogant smirk across his face, and grunting sexually. He taunted Archer as he facefucked the otter -- calling him weak and pathetic, and telling him how good this all felt for him -- and got off on the coyote’s misery. Eventually, the bull’s head fell back against the couch as pleasure rose inside him, and his breathing grew faster and harder. “Archer, I gotta say, this is so fucking good”, he panted, his movements quickening. “Thank you for bringing this hot little fucktoy to my house”.

Archer watched, hands covering his erection, feeling helpless and pathetic as Finn choked on the bovine’s giant dick. Zavoc’s insults cut deep, because they were true.

This was his fault.

“Mmmmm, fuck! You ready for a fuckin drink, kid?” the bull moaned, his voice getting higher, his strong muscles going tense. “Swallow it all down, ungh, or you’ll fuckin drown”.

Zavoc dug his hands into Finn’s ass, crammed the boy’s face down over his cock, and roared loud as he came. “Uuuuggghh, yeahhh, take that thick fucking load, you little slut!” His hips raised off the couch and slapped back down over and over again as he made deep fucking movements, though Finn’s mouth was glued to his fat dick. He grabbed hold of the otter’s hair and pushed his head down onto his cock deeper than it had ever gone before, stretching the boy’s little throat with his orgasming dick. “Drink up, yeah, let me fill your little tummy, mmmm”.

His giant fleshy snake pulsated with every squirt, and his plump balls twitched in their sack with every flex of his cock. Pulling out only momentarily before skewering the boy again, Finn choked and sputtered thick globs of cum over the couch cushion, the bull’s thighs, and the floor in front of them. Zavoc grunted and groaned, and as he fucked the kid’s mouth with deep thrusts, riding out his orgasm, he made a giant mess with his heavy load of cum.

“Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuccckk”, the bull groaned, until finally his large body went limp and his sexual assault came to an end.

A shimmer of sweat to his dark brown fur, his muscular chest rose and fell as he panted. Looking at the roof, and swimming in the afterglow of sex, he sighed with deep satisfaction.

Finn squirmed backwards until the bull’s softening cock plopped out of his mouth. Instantly gagging, the otter’s whole body heaved, and he sprayed thick potent jizz from his mouth onto the bull’s stomach, gasping for air.

The bull chuckled sluggishly. “Good try, champ”, he said to Finn. “You did well, especially since you’ve only been practicing on that”. He lazily pointed a hand towards Archer’s dick.

Now that Zavoc had released the kid, Archer hunched forward to grab Finn off the bull and pull his boyfriend over to himself at the edge of the couch. He wrapped both arms around the sniffling, cummy boy in a tight hug and kissed his hair -- showing his love, and trying to comfort him, but feeling a horrible sense of failure at protecting his sweet little lover at the same time.

While Zavoc was still zoned out, Archer asked Finn quietly, “Are you alright?”

The otter wiped cum off his face with his wrist and blinked away tears. “I… don’t understand”, he mumbled. “What’s going on?” He looked up at Archer with heartbreaking, glistening eyes.

“I…” Ugh, what could he even say? Finn had no concept of rape, nor an understanding of why someone like Zavoc would enjoy torturing someone like this. He patted Finn’s hair, and held the boy’s face close against his chest. “I’m sorry buddy”.

“I don’t like it, I want to go home”, the otter whimpered.

Oh, God. Archer felt tears welling anew in his eyes once again. “I don’t like it either”, he replied.

“Why don’t you make it stop?” Finn cried.

Zavoc laughed to himself as he heard that. “Because Archer’s a pathetic, skinny little wimp”, he said. “He can’t do shit against a big muscly stud like me”, he added, grinning widely.

Archer certainly felt like a pathetic little wimp right now. As tears rolled down his muzzle, he looked at the chilled out bull. “You’ve gotten what you wanted. Can we go now?”

A look of bewilderment crossed the bull’s face as he processed Archer’s words. “Hah... hahaha... What? Hahahahahaha!” He rolled his head over to look at the coyote. “You think I’m done with you already? Oh boy, we’re just getting started”.



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