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A Bully, A Bitch, And A Little Boy is a collaboration with a friend that we started working on together over 2 years ago. It consists of 14 chapters written by me that will be uploaded weekly. Each chapter also includes a piece of art drawn by a friend. We came up with the plot together.

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He leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees, as he stared into the coyote’s wet eyes. “You deserve so much more than [i]humiliation[/i]… And I’m not gonna make the same mistake I did when we were younger”. \n\nArcher shivered under the bull’s piercing gaze. The words [i]We’re just getting started[/i] prodded at his brain. He really, really didn’t want to know what that meant. He [i]had [/i]to get Finn out of here.\n\n“Okay, but… Finn’s innocent”, he tried. “He doesn’t deserve this”.\n\nThe bull moved his eyes up and down the cub’s curvy naked body, and slowly licked his lips. The soft heavy cock between his thighs twitched. “Mm, doesn’t he, though?” he grunted, before looking back at Archer. “He’s such a sexy little thing…”\n\nArcher frowned in confusion, his chest tightening. “What?”\n\nThe bull snorted and shook his head. “You’re the dirty little pedo who’s been molesting him for who-knows-how-long, you tell me”.\n\nArcher broke eye contact and clutched Finn tightly in his arms, reassuring himself that he felt only [i]love [/i]for the otter in his heart, no matter what Zavoc said. \n\nBut he didn’t have long before the bull ordered, “Finn, come sit in my lap”.\n\nWith his little arms wrapped around Archer’s chest and clutching the fur on the coyote’s back, the cub shook his head.\n\nUnbothered, the bull lounged back on the couch and placed his hands behind his head, showing off all the powerful muscles in his stomach and chest and arms -- it wasn’t arrogance, it was a threat. “Ugh… Arch, tell Finn to be a good little boy now”, he said lazily. “Because you know what happens when people don’t do what I tell them to, don’t you?”\n\nThe coyote grimaced in pain from the past. There was no refusing Zavoc. He knew this too well. Anyone who tried to deny him was made to [i]suffer [/i]for their insolence. And he and his lover were in enough danger as it was right now. \n\nAnd that meant… the right thing to do was… \n\nArcher looked down at the sweet cub clinging to his chest, and took a deep, trembling breath. He patted Finn’s hair softly and gently said, “Baby, we have to do what he says”.\n\nThe otter looked up at him sharply, with not just confusion, but betrayal in his eyes. “But I don’t want to!”\n\nIt hurt so much to say, and Archer clenched his eyes shut. “I know, I know. But… if we don’t, it just makes it worse, alright?”\n\nHe heard laughter from above. Happy, satisfied laughter. “That’s a good little bitch, Archer. Now, tell your boy what to do”, the bull said. He added special emphasis on the cruel irony in the words, “[i]He trusts you, so tell him[/i]”.\n\nArcher gently lifted Finn’s head up to face him, and looked into his deep, sad, wet eyes. He swallowed the boiling guilt and shame and utter failure down his throat and said, “It’ll be okay, baby. Go sit in Zavoc’s lap, alright?”\n\nThe cub looked back and him in silence for a few seconds. And then, finally, nodded.\n\nFinn trusted him.\n\nArcher couldn’t help but feel it was misplaced. What kind of lover and caregiver was he? He watched the cub crawl back over towards the bull, who patted his tummy invitingly and grinned wickedly. He told himself it was the right thing to do, but the words sounded terribly weak and hollow to his mind.\n\nZavoc raised Finn onto his lap, and the cub spread his legs wide either side of the bull’s waist. His light-furred body looked so tiny against the huge dark backdrop of bovine strength. Big hands slowly caressed his young shape, moving down to his soft ass to give it a rough squeeze. Finn whimpered in the bull’s grasp, but stayed there as he’d been told to. Despite his powerful orgasm, Zavoc’s dick had hardly lost its length or girth, and it rested between his legs on the couch. As he molested the young boy, his cock head drooled precum onto the massive wet patch of cum and cock juice on the couch cushion.\n\nAs sick as it made him feel, the coyote didn’t look away. He watched with fear as Zavoc placed a hand behind Finn’s head and pulled the cub closer against his large muzzle. Then his fear turned to revulsion as the bovine’s tongue snaked out of his lips and started licking at Finn’s mouth. The boy grimaced and closed his mouth in disgust, but the bull forced it open again using a thumb, and he crammed his long adult tongue deep into the child’s mouth, locking their lips together in a deep kiss, moaning into the boy’s cheeks, “[i]Mmmm, nnnnfffffgh, mmmhhrrrrrr[/i]”. The cub pressed his little paws against the bull’s broad chest to try to push him away, but the bovine didn’t budge. He just forced Finn’s head further back and made out with him deeply in a very adult and inappropriate way. Further down, his snake pulsed and flopped up and down.\n\nWhen he finally broke their kiss with a wet smack and pulled several inches of tongue from Finn’s mouth, he snorted, “You taste like bull jizz, kid”.\n\nThe otter wrenched his head away from the bull, refusing to even look at him, and Archer saw tears trickling down his cheeks from miserable eyes. \n\nHe jumped with a startle when Zavoc uttered another sudden command. “Archer, get between my legs and lick my balls”.\n\nArcher’s eyes fell on the two dark, plump, greasy testicles between Zavoc’s thighs, and his stomach twisted at the thought. He’d yet been largely spared from the bull’s sexual abuse, but he’d known it would only be a matter of time. There was no point resisting. He’d told Finn to do as Zavoc commanded, after all. Now it was his turn.\n\nAs he crawled over to sit between the bull’s feet, Zavoc snorted, “Good bitch”.\n\nHis knees squelched against the carpet which was wet and gross from Zavoc’s load. He placed his paws on the bull’s legs, looked up, and paused. His brain hardly knew what to do with the sight of Finn’s beautiful soft, round ass and curved back, Zavoc’s meaty dong, thick thighs, and bulging muscles in his vision all at once. Though he frowned, his rocket was stiff, and he took in the sight perhaps longer than he meant to, until the bull shook him back into action by nudging him with a knee.\n\nHe looked between Zavoc’s thighs at the bull’s meaty weapon, angled towards him, drooling and twitching hungrily. On either side of its base rested each of Zavoc’s leathery, fuzzy brown balls. Fat, round, and sweaty. Archer could smell the masculine musk and feel their heat from where he sat.\n\nHe heard forceful smooching noises from above again, and listened to Finn whine in distress while Zavoc groaned lustfully -- either unbothered by Finn’s discomfort, or enjoying it. With Finn suffering, Archer knew he had no right to complain about his own… orders. Kneeling upright, he reached a tentative hand out and gripped Zavoc’s warm, fleshy fuckstick. Then, he lifted it up, flopped it over one of the bull’s thighs, and pressed his muzzle against the bull’s exposed ballsack. Heat enveloped his face and musk clogged his nostrils, tasting salty sweat on his tongue as he began to lick and kiss the greasy sack.\n\n“Good. Keep at it until I get hard again, cunt”, he heard from above.\n\nArcher obeyed. He licked, kissed, and sucked the bull’s hot ballsack, looking up to see his boyfriend unwillingly making out with the bully who made him want to kill himself in high school. Though, he soon couldn’t look anymore when Zavoc used his hand to smush Archer’s face deep against his sack and cut off the coyote’s air. When he struggled to breathe, and soft sack flesh plugged his nostrils, the bovine just laughed at him and continued grinding the canine’s muzzle against his nuts while he tongueraped Finn. \n\nHe knew Zavoc was hard again when the bull’s boner started patting his hair as it throbbed up and down -- so heavy it was enough to hurt each time it slapped down against his head. Zavoc promptly shoved him back and demanded, “Suck my dick, Archer. Make me cum”.\n\nArcher sat back on his haunches and looked at the veiny snake staring him in the face. He’d expected this, but seeing it up close at its full girth now still shocked him, and he found himself surprised that Finn had been able to fit it into his mouth at all. A thick bead of precum was forming on the bull’s cock slit, and Archer stuck his tongue out to lick it up first. The heady taste of masculine musk instantly coated the entire interior of his mouth, and he choked. \n\n“Ugh, come on, you stupid fuck”, Zavoc grunted, his cock flexing in the air in the air. “You’ve been suckin dicks since you were in school. If there’s anything you’re good for, which is a big if, it’s this”.\n\nArcher frowned, and looked back at his bully’s cock, taking a moment to figure out how he would be able to mentally and physically stomach such a manly monster.\n\nHowever, that moment was apparently too long, as Zavoc added, “Ah, fuck it. I can be a lot rougher with you than the kid. No point wasting time”. He reached a hand down to grab hold of Archer’s hair, and he pulled the coyote’s head forward and straight onto his cock. By force, the bull’s cock entered through Archer’s lips and bottomed out at the back of his throat. Archer’s paws instantly slapped against the bull’s stomach as he gagged, but Zavoc didn’t stop there. After a few back-and-forth thrusts, he pulled Archer onto him even deeper, forcing his way into the coyote’s throat. The coyote’s throat convulsed and he tried to pull away, but his frantic strength couldn’t compare to that of one of Zavoc’s arms. For minutes, Archer could do nothing but suffer through his throat being abused, eyes watering, body struggling to cope with the too-big dick. Despite the throbbing in his head, he could still hear the sounds of Zavoc taking great pleasure from violating Finn’s mouth with his wet, slippery tongue.\n\nBut Archer’s efforts at enduring the assault weren’t enough for the bull. “C’mon Archer”, Zavoc sighed impatiently. “Put some pressure on with your lips, and do something with your tongue, for fuck’s sake. I might as well be fucking a dead fish”.\n\nArcher looked up at the bull angrily through watery eyes, though from where he was kneeling he could only just see Zavoc’s eyes and horns above Finn’s head. The arrogant jerk not only wanted to force him to suck his cock, but he wanted him to do it [i]well[/i]? “Fuck you”, he groaned. Luckily, with his mouth full of bovine cock, the only sound he made was “[i]Hnnngh-ck fffhhu[/i]”. He tried to tighten his numb lips, and lick at the underside of Zavoc’s shaft with his crushed tongue, but as Zavoc raped his throat, all he could focus on was not throwing up.\n\nThe bull shook his head. “Fuck, all the times I called you a cocksucker, and you can’t even get [i]cocksucking [/i]right”. He suddenly shoved Archer off his cock, and the coyote gasped for air for a moment until he was knocked out of the way by the bull standing up with Finn still in his arms. Zavoc carried Finn over to a spot on the floor and laid him on his back. Archer watched the bovine, rubbing his numb throat while he frowned in confusion, until he saw the bull kneel over Finn, with his legs wide either side of the cub’s face, his chunky ass in the otter’s face, and raise his tail.\n\nArcher’s heart cranked into a higher gear and he pulled himself up to his feet. “No, no, no! Zavoc, please! He’s never done that before!”\n\nThe bull just smirked. “Hot”. He casually played with his cock, and dropped his heavy meat and plump balls on top of the otter’s chest and tummy with a thud.\n\n“C’mon, he’s only nine!” Archer begged, his paws clasped together in a pleading gesture. \n\n“Is that meant to discourage me?”\n\nBehind the bull’s ass, Finn whimpered in confusion, “[i]Archeeerr[/i]?”\n\nBut his young voice cut out when, without further warning, the huge bovine dropped his fat ass down on top of Finn’s face, grabbed his thick pulsating cock, and started stroking its greasy length, moaning, “Uggggh, a fuckin preteen rimjob, mmmm”. He shuffled his hips left and right to spread his cheeks and get Finn’s face deeper up his sweaty, fuzzy ass crack, until he suddenly grunted, “Ohhhhh yeahhh! His nose is right on my hole. Fuck yeah, that feels [i]good[/i]” He pumped his cock while his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he reached a new level of gratification. \n\nAs Finn’s arms and legs flailed helplessly in panic, Archer sunk to his knees in dismay and watched in horror, frozen, imagining the thoughts that must have been going through Finn’s mind at that moment. The otter had no idea what rimming was, and he’d never done anything like it with Archer -- giving or receiving. Like most kids, he thought butts were funny and kinda gross. To have his face shoved against a big bull’s asshole and pinned there between sweaty ass cheeks had to be confusing and terrifying.\n\nBut Zavoc didn’t let the coyote sit there ruminating for long. “Get over here and suck my dick, faggot”, he ordered.\n\nArcher broke out of his daze and glared at the bull, wrinkling his nose. “You’re horrible”.\n\nZavoc rolled his eyes, but with annoyance this time. “Pfft, like you never wanted to sit on the cute little slut’s face”.\n\nThe coyote growled even though his face flushed with heat. \n\nMaybe. But he never would have, at least not until Finn was older. Something like ass-eating was a distinctly adult activity, and he would always prioritise Finn’s innocence above his own perverted desires.\n\nAs much as he could. \n\nReasonably.\n\nZavoc’s voice prodded him. “Idiot, the sooner you make me cum, the sooner I take my ass off your boy’s [i]poor widdle face[/i]”. He bounced up and down atop Finn’s squirming head to emphasise the point, with a smirk.\n\nCreatively cruel as always. As much as Archer hated the bull, he wasn’t wrong, and the best thing he could do for Finn right now was... make the bull cum. So he crawled across the floor towards them like a pathetic dog, and, positioning himself over his lover’s squirming little body, he took the bull’s cock into his mouth once more, and moved his lips up and down the meaty weapon to pleasure it as good as he could.\n\nThe bull let out a heavy sigh. “Yeahhh, that’s fuckin good!” He grinded his muscular ass against Finn’s ass roughly and vigorously while fucking Archer’s mouth, using the boyfriends to get off while not giving a fuck about the suffering it caused either of them. “Man, you’ve been missing out. Riding a kid’s face feels so [i]gooooodd[/i]”. Archer couldn’t even frown in response, with his mouth stretched and face contorted as he strained to take the huge cock. But Zavoc was free to continue running his mouth as he pleased. “Don’t worry, since you were too much of a sissy to try it yourself, I’ll tell you how good it is”, he panted. “His little nose feels great against my hole. And his little whiskers tickle it reaaaally nicely”. He let out a long moan, thrusting forward and backward slowly, enjoying himself. “But you know what the best thing is?”\n\nArcher, of course, could barely breathe, let alone respond.\n\n“It’s the way he struggles”, the bull chuckled. “[i]Mnghf[/i], he’s wriggling around against my asshole. His little lips are opening and closing as he tries to breath, but all he gets is a mouthful of my ass, [i]fuck[/i]. It’s the best, mmm!”\n\nThe bull’s words were a punch to the gut for Archer, and more tears formed in his eyes -- not just from the strain of taking Zavoc’s cock. He thought about his poor boy struggling to breathe underneath the huge bull -- the bright, bubbly, innocent kid he loved so much being forced to eat ass. \n\nIn a mocking voice, Zavoc grunted, “You okay down there, Finn?”\n\nThe otter moaned something that was entirely muffled by the bull’s ass, and kicked his legs as he struggled.\n\n“Hmm, I think he said he likes it”, the bull laughed. Then he grabbed Archer’s hair and cruelly forced his fat dick down the coyote’s throat. “[i]This [/i]is what you deserve, faggot!” he growled. Archer choked and tears ran from his eyes as he waited for relief between thrusts, but the bull held him there on his cock this time, holding him still, as his fat dick throbbed and stretched out the coyote’s throat. “It’s so much cock, isn’t it?” the bovine said teasingly through gritted teeth. He pressed the coyote’s head deeper onto his cock even harder, slowly and steadily.\n\nArcher’s paws pressed against the bull’s hips as he felt a pressure growing in his head. He couldn’t breathe at all, not even through his nose, with his airways totally closed shut by cock. [i]Stop[/i], he wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything. He shoved against the bull’s waist but couldn’t contend with Zavoc’s strength.\n\nHe looked up past many chunky curves of muscle to see the bull’s looking back down with an evil grin. His firm hands pressed against the coyote’s skull hard, making sure Archer knew there was nothing he could do -- the bovine was in complete control. With Archer’s life in his hands, Zavoc looked so, so happy.\n\nThat look on the bull’s face… made the coyote’s mind flash back to high school. To the day everything changed. The day Zavoc took things too far. The day that he broke inside. The panic that he felt then as a teenager came flooding back to him now, like an old, deep scar on his soul ripped open once more. \n\nAnd the panic took hold. His chest burnt and his head throbbed and he needed more air but still, he had none. He tried to wrench his head back and off the bull’s deadly cock. When he pulled away a centimetre, the bull pushed him back down an inch. He beat against the bull’s stomach with his fists but he may as well have been beating against a brick wall. The bull’s abs were firm and unyielding, and Zavoc seemed to barely feel a thing.\n\n“What’s wrong, Archer?” the dark voice from above teased.\n\nHe grabbed at the bull’s arms and hands and tried desperately to pull them away, but Zavoc wrapped his fingers around the coyote’s hair and mashed his fist against the back of Archer’s skull. He fought for his life, but Zavoc was effortlessly too big. Too strong. Immovable. Deadly. \n\n[i]Is this what he meant by wanting to ruin my life?[/i] Archer’s mind feared. [i]Is he going to kill me and take Finn?[/i]\n\nHis vision went fuzzy. His lungs screamed for air. His skull throbbed. And then, suddenly, the bull released him. \n\nQuickly, Archer scrambled backwards, pulling himself off the impaling cock, feeling every vein and wrinkle of the long, fleshy fuckstick withdraw from deep within his throat. He fell against the floor, onto his back, and gasped for the oxygen his body and brain craved between groans of pain and dread. \n\nZavoc simply laughed. His cock flexed in the air and spurted some precum down Finn’s skinny body. “Okay, that’s enough breathing”, he grunted, leaning forward, and grabbing the coyote’s leg to yank him forward again. The poor coyote’s relief was fleeting, though this time he took a deep breath before the bull cock cut off his airways again by cramming his mouth full of meat. \n\nThe bull grunted with pleasure as he used the two boys to get off with increasing speed. He gripped Archer’s skull with both broad hands, using his mouth and throat like a sex toy to pleasure his mammoth. At the same time, he rode the little otter hard, gyrating his hips around to spread his ass cheeks and stimulate his asshole using Finn’s underage face.\n\nThe cub squirmed underneath them both -- both a blessing and a curse. Finn hadn’t suffocated under the bull’s big ass, but his frantic movements signalled growing distress as well. Of course, the whole thing was a big blessing to Zavoc, who was clearly getting off on the kid’s helpless struggles against his asshole, his grunts and groans growing quicker and louder.\n\nArcher, desperate to free Finn, gripped the bovine’s thick shaft with both hands and stroked him up and down fast in a final burst of energy to the finish line of a soul-crushing marathon. The bull started to twitch and shudder as his cock flexed hard, and he threw his head back and groaned loud as every muscle in his body suddenly tensed. Rows of abs bulged through his dark skin, his pecs swelled, his biceps flexed, and his cock stiffened. He pressed down hard on Archer’s head to lock him in place as he roared, “Yeeeeaaaaaahhh!” and his cock inflated and exploded with hot jizz deep inside Archer’s battered throat, spurting more and more and more into his numb insides, so deep that the coyote didn’t even need to swallow. He just needed to take it like an obedient little bitch.\n\nWith every squirt, the bull made a small thrusting movement back and forth atop Finn, grinding his hole against the cub. Slowly, his tense body flopped forward again, and his pleasure-hazy dilated pupils focused on Archer’s face. \n\nHis expression shifted from one of pleasure, to… something much darker.\n\nHe shifted his body forward, towering over the little coyote, and doubled the strength with which he forced Archer’s throat onto his still-cumming cock. His nostrils flared as he snorted air through them, his eyelids narrowed, and his upper lip curled to show his teeth.\n\nAnger. \n\nHe cried as gulped down his bully’s sperm, on his hands and knees, staring up at those unbelievable muscles, on top of his young tortured lover. And he felt so tiny. So weak. So pathetic. A pitiful little creature. He could do nothing to stop this. And those cold eyes staring down at him told him there was much more to come before their hatred was satisfied.\n\nAs cruel as Zavoc was, Archer was stupid enough to have walked into his trap with Finn by his side. \n\nMaybe the bull was right. Maybe he did deserve this. \n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2071540]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



Ch 3




The words sliced through Archer’s heart as he sat there on the floor, holding his raped little lover with trembling arms. As Finn’s tears soaked into the coyote’s chest and bull jizz drooled from his young lips, Zavoc’s deep, sinister voice echoed inside Archer’s skull, growing ever scarier the more he played it over and over.

We’re just getting started.

“Zavoc”, the coyote said, trying to sound assertive despite his wavering voice, “You got what you wanted. You humiliated me, right? C’mon, he’s… he’s just a kid. Let us go”.

Where he sat on the couch above them, the bull’s expression darkened, as though Archer’s pleading only annoyed him. He rolled his eyes and grunted, “Fuck’s sake, Archer, I want so much more than that”. He leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees, as he stared into the coyote’s wet eyes. “You deserve so much more than humiliation… And I’m not gonna make the same mistake I did when we were younger”.

Archer shivered under the bull’s piercing gaze. The words We’re just getting started prodded at his brain. He really, really didn’t want to know what that meant. He had to get Finn out of here.

“Okay, but… Finn’s innocent”, he tried. “He doesn’t deserve this”.

The bull moved his eyes up and down the cub’s curvy naked body, and slowly licked his lips. The soft heavy cock between his thighs twitched. “Mm, doesn’t he, though?” he grunted, before looking back at Archer. “He’s such a sexy little thing…”

Archer frowned in confusion, his chest tightening. “What?”

The bull snorted and shook his head. “You’re the dirty little pedo who’s been molesting him for who-knows-how-long, you tell me”.

Archer broke eye contact and clutched Finn tightly in his arms, reassuring himself that he felt only love for the otter in his heart, no matter what Zavoc said.

But he didn’t have long before the bull ordered, “Finn, come sit in my lap”.

With his little arms wrapped around Archer’s chest and clutching the fur on the coyote’s back, the cub shook his head.

Unbothered, the bull lounged back on the couch and placed his hands behind his head, showing off all the powerful muscles in his stomach and chest and arms -- it wasn’t arrogance, it was a threat. “Ugh… Arch, tell Finn to be a good little boy now”, he said lazily. “Because you know what happens when people don’t do what I tell them to, don’t you?”

The coyote grimaced in pain from the past. There was no refusing Zavoc. He knew this too well. Anyone who tried to deny him was made to suffer for their insolence. And he and his lover were in enough danger as it was right now.

And that meant… the right thing to do was…

Archer looked down at the sweet cub clinging to his chest, and took a deep, trembling breath. He patted Finn’s hair softly and gently said, “Baby, we have to do what he says”.

The otter looked up at him sharply, with not just confusion, but betrayal in his eyes. “But I don’t want to!”

It hurt so much to say, and Archer clenched his eyes shut. “I know, I know. But… if we don’t, it just makes it worse, alright?”

He heard laughter from above. Happy, satisfied laughter. “That’s a good little bitch, Archer. Now, tell your boy what to do”, the bull said. He added special emphasis on the cruel irony in the words, “He trusts you, so tell him”.

Archer gently lifted Finn’s head up to face him, and looked into his deep, sad, wet eyes. He swallowed the boiling guilt and shame and utter failure down his throat and said, “It’ll be okay, baby. Go sit in Zavoc’s lap, alright?”

The cub looked back and him in silence for a few seconds. And then, finally, nodded.

Finn trusted him.

Archer couldn’t help but feel it was misplaced. What kind of lover and caregiver was he? He watched the cub crawl back over towards the bull, who patted his tummy invitingly and grinned wickedly. He told himself it was the right thing to do, but the words sounded terribly weak and hollow to his mind.

Zavoc raised Finn onto his lap, and the cub spread his legs wide either side of the bull’s waist. His light-furred body looked so tiny against the huge dark backdrop of bovine strength. Big hands slowly caressed his young shape, moving down to his soft ass to give it a rough squeeze. Finn whimpered in the bull’s grasp, but stayed there as he’d been told to. Despite his powerful orgasm, Zavoc’s dick had hardly lost its length or girth, and it rested between his legs on the couch. As he molested the young boy, his cock head drooled precum onto the massive wet patch of cum and cock juice on the couch cushion.

As sick as it made him feel, the coyote didn’t look away. He watched with fear as Zavoc placed a hand behind Finn’s head and pulled the cub closer against his large muzzle. Then his fear turned to revulsion as the bovine’s tongue snaked out of his lips and started licking at Finn’s mouth. The boy grimaced and closed his mouth in disgust, but the bull forced it open again using a thumb, and he crammed his long adult tongue deep into the child’s mouth, locking their lips together in a deep kiss, moaning into the boy’s cheeks, “Mmmm, nnnnfffffgh, mmmhhrrrrrr”. The cub pressed his little paws against the bull’s broad chest to try to push him away, but the bovine didn’t budge. He just forced Finn’s head further back and made out with him deeply in a very adult and inappropriate way. Further down, his snake pulsed and flopped up and down.

When he finally broke their kiss with a wet smack and pulled several inches of tongue from Finn’s mouth, he snorted, “You taste like bull jizz, kid”.

The otter wrenched his head away from the bull, refusing to even look at him, and Archer saw tears trickling down his cheeks from miserable eyes.

He jumped with a startle when Zavoc uttered another sudden command. “Archer, get between my legs and lick my balls”.

Archer’s eyes fell on the two dark, plump, greasy testicles between Zavoc’s thighs, and his stomach twisted at the thought. He’d yet been largely spared from the bull’s sexual abuse, but he’d known it would only be a matter of time. There was no point resisting. He’d told Finn to do as Zavoc commanded, after all. Now it was his turn.

As he crawled over to sit between the bull’s feet, Zavoc snorted, “Good bitch”.

His knees squelched against the carpet which was wet and gross from Zavoc’s load. He placed his paws on the bull’s legs, looked up, and paused. His brain hardly knew what to do with the sight of Finn’s beautiful soft, round ass and curved back, Zavoc’s meaty dong, thick thighs, and bulging muscles in his vision all at once. Though he frowned, his rocket was stiff, and he took in the sight perhaps longer than he meant to, until the bull shook him back into action by nudging him with a knee.

He looked between Zavoc’s thighs at the bull’s meaty weapon, angled towards him, drooling and twitching hungrily. On either side of its base rested each of Zavoc’s leathery, fuzzy brown balls. Fat, round, and sweaty. Archer could smell the masculine musk and feel their heat from where he sat.

He heard forceful smooching noises from above again, and listened to Finn whine in distress while Zavoc groaned lustfully -- either unbothered by Finn’s discomfort, or enjoying it. With Finn suffering, Archer knew he had no right to complain about his own… orders. Kneeling upright, he reached a tentative hand out and gripped Zavoc’s warm, fleshy fuckstick. Then, he lifted it up, flopped it over one of the bull’s thighs, and pressed his muzzle against the bull’s exposed ballsack. Heat enveloped his face and musk clogged his nostrils, tasting salty sweat on his tongue as he began to lick and kiss the greasy sack.

“Good. Keep at it until I get hard again, cunt”, he heard from above.

Archer obeyed. He licked, kissed, and sucked the bull’s hot ballsack, looking up to see his boyfriend unwillingly making out with the bully who made him want to kill himself in high school. Though, he soon couldn’t look anymore when Zavoc used his hand to smush Archer’s face deep against his sack and cut off the coyote’s air. When he struggled to breathe, and soft sack flesh plugged his nostrils, the bovine just laughed at him and continued grinding the canine’s muzzle against his nuts while he tongueraped Finn.

He knew Zavoc was hard again when the bull’s boner started patting his hair as it throbbed up and down -- so heavy it was enough to hurt each time it slapped down against his head. Zavoc promptly shoved him back and demanded, “Suck my dick, Archer. Make me cum”.

Archer sat back on his haunches and looked at the veiny snake staring him in the face. He’d expected this, but seeing it up close at its full girth now still shocked him, and he found himself surprised that Finn had been able to fit it into his mouth at all. A thick bead of precum was forming on the bull’s cock slit, and Archer stuck his tongue out to lick it up first. The heady taste of masculine musk instantly coated the entire interior of his mouth, and he choked.

“Ugh, come on, you stupid fuck”, Zavoc grunted, his cock flexing in the air in the air. “You’ve been suckin dicks since you were in school. If there’s anything you’re good for, which is a big if, it’s this”.

Archer frowned, and looked back at his bully’s cock, taking a moment to figure out how he would be able to mentally and physically stomach such a manly monster.

However, that moment was apparently too long, as Zavoc added, “Ah, fuck it. I can be a lot rougher with you than the kid. No point wasting time”. He reached a hand down to grab hold of Archer’s hair, and he pulled the coyote’s head forward and straight onto his cock. By force, the bull’s cock entered through Archer’s lips and bottomed out at the back of his throat. Archer’s paws instantly slapped against the bull’s stomach as he gagged, but Zavoc didn’t stop there. After a few back-and-forth thrusts, he pulled Archer onto him even deeper, forcing his way into the coyote’s throat. The coyote’s throat convulsed and he tried to pull away, but his frantic strength couldn’t compare to that of one of Zavoc’s arms. For minutes, Archer could do nothing but suffer through his throat being abused, eyes watering, body struggling to cope with the too-big dick. Despite the throbbing in his head, he could still hear the sounds of Zavoc taking great pleasure from violating Finn’s mouth with his wet, slippery tongue.

But Archer’s efforts at enduring the assault weren’t enough for the bull. “C’mon Archer”, Zavoc sighed impatiently. “Put some pressure on with your lips, and do something with your tongue, for fuck’s sake. I might as well be fucking a dead fish”.

Archer looked up at the bull angrily through watery eyes, though from where he was kneeling he could only just see Zavoc’s eyes and horns above Finn’s head. The arrogant jerk not only wanted to force him to suck his cock, but he wanted him to do it well? “Fuck you”, he groaned. Luckily, with his mouth full of bovine cock, the only sound he made was “Hnnngh-ck fffhhu”. He tried to tighten his numb lips, and lick at the underside of Zavoc’s shaft with his crushed tongue, but as Zavoc raped his throat, all he could focus on was not throwing up.

The bull shook his head. “Fuck, all the times I called you a cocksucker, and you can’t even get cocksucking right”. He suddenly shoved Archer off his cock, and the coyote gasped for air for a moment until he was knocked out of the way by the bull standing up with Finn still in his arms. Zavoc carried Finn over to a spot on the floor and laid him on his back. Archer watched the bovine, rubbing his numb throat while he frowned in confusion, until he saw the bull kneel over Finn, with his legs wide either side of the cub’s face, his chunky ass in the otter’s face, and raise his tail.

Archer’s heart cranked into a higher gear and he pulled himself up to his feet. “No, no, no! Zavoc, please! He’s never done that before!”

The bull just smirked. “Hot”. He casually played with his cock, and dropped his heavy meat and plump balls on top of the otter’s chest and tummy with a thud.

“C’mon, he’s only nine!” Archer begged, his paws clasped together in a pleading gesture.

“Is that meant to discourage me?”

Behind the bull’s ass, Finn whimpered in confusion, “Archeeerr?”

But his young voice cut out when, without further warning, the huge bovine dropped his fat ass down on top of Finn’s face, grabbed his thick pulsating cock, and started stroking its greasy length, moaning, “Uggggh, a fuckin preteen rimjob, mmmm”. He shuffled his hips left and right to spread his cheeks and get Finn’s face deeper up his sweaty, fuzzy ass crack, until he suddenly grunted, “Ohhhhh yeahhh! His nose is right on my hole. Fuck yeah, that feels good” He pumped his cock while his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he reached a new level of gratification.

As Finn’s arms and legs flailed helplessly in panic, Archer sunk to his knees in dismay and watched in horror, frozen, imagining the thoughts that must have been going through Finn’s mind at that moment. The otter had no idea what rimming was, and he’d never done anything like it with Archer -- giving or receiving. Like most kids, he thought butts were funny and kinda gross. To have his face shoved against a big bull’s asshole and pinned there between sweaty ass cheeks had to be confusing and terrifying.

But Zavoc didn’t let the coyote sit there ruminating for long. “Get over here and suck my dick, faggot”, he ordered.

Archer broke out of his daze and glared at the bull, wrinkling his nose. “You’re horrible”.

Zavoc rolled his eyes, but with annoyance this time. “Pfft, like you never wanted to sit on the cute little slut’s face”.

The coyote growled even though his face flushed with heat.

Maybe. But he never would have, at least not until Finn was older. Something like ass-eating was a distinctly adult activity, and he would always prioritise Finn’s innocence above his own perverted desires.

As much as he could.

Reasonably.

Zavoc’s voice prodded him. “Idiot, the sooner you make me cum, the sooner I take my ass off your boy’s poor widdle face”. He bounced up and down atop Finn’s squirming head to emphasise the point, with a smirk.

Creatively cruel as always. As much as Archer hated the bull, he wasn’t wrong, and the best thing he could do for Finn right now was... make the bull cum. So he crawled across the floor towards them like a pathetic dog, and, positioning himself over his lover’s squirming little body, he took the bull’s cock into his mouth once more, and moved his lips up and down the meaty weapon to pleasure it as good as he could.

The bull let out a heavy sigh. “Yeahhh, that’s fuckin good!” He grinded his muscular ass against Finn’s ass roughly and vigorously while fucking Archer’s mouth, using the boyfriends to get off while not giving a fuck about the suffering it caused either of them. “Man, you’ve been missing out. Riding a kid’s face feels so gooooodd”. Archer couldn’t even frown in response, with his mouth stretched and face contorted as he strained to take the huge cock. But Zavoc was free to continue running his mouth as he pleased. “Don’t worry, since you were too much of a sissy to try it yourself, I’ll tell you how good it is”, he panted. “His little nose feels great against my hole. And his little whiskers tickle it reaaaally nicely”. He let out a long moan, thrusting forward and backward slowly, enjoying himself. “But you know what the best thing is?”

Archer, of course, could barely breathe, let alone respond.

“It’s the way he struggles”, the bull chuckled. “Mnghf, he’s wriggling around against my asshole. His little lips are opening and closing as he tries to breath, but all he gets is a mouthful of my ass, fuck. It’s the best, mmm!”

The bull’s words were a punch to the gut for Archer, and more tears formed in his eyes -- not just from the strain of taking Zavoc’s cock. He thought about his poor boy struggling to breathe underneath the huge bull -- the bright, bubbly, innocent kid he loved so much being forced to eat ass.

In a mocking voice, Zavoc grunted, “You okay down there, Finn?”

The otter moaned something that was entirely muffled by the bull’s ass, and kicked his legs as he struggled.

“Hmm, I think he said he likes it”, the bull laughed. Then he grabbed Archer’s hair and cruelly forced his fat dick down the coyote’s throat. “This is what you deserve, faggot!” he growled. Archer choked and tears ran from his eyes as he waited for relief between thrusts, but the bull held him there on his cock this time, holding him still, as his fat dick throbbed and stretched out the coyote’s throat. “It’s so much cock, isn’t it?” the bovine said teasingly through gritted teeth. He pressed the coyote’s head deeper onto his cock even harder, slowly and steadily.

Archer’s paws pressed against the bull’s hips as he felt a pressure growing in his head. He couldn’t breathe at all, not even through his nose, with his airways totally closed shut by cock. Stop, he wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything. He shoved against the bull’s waist but couldn’t contend with Zavoc’s strength.

He looked up past many chunky curves of muscle to see the bull’s looking back down with an evil grin. His firm hands pressed against the coyote’s skull hard, making sure Archer knew there was nothing he could do -- the bovine was in complete control. With Archer’s life in his hands, Zavoc looked so, so happy.

That look on the bull’s face… made the coyote’s mind flash back to high school. To the day everything changed. The day Zavoc took things too far. The day that he broke inside. The panic that he felt then as a teenager came flooding back to him now, like an old, deep scar on his soul ripped open once more.

And the panic took hold. His chest burnt and his head throbbed and he needed more air but still, he had none. He tried to wrench his head back and off the bull’s deadly cock. When he pulled away a centimetre, the bull pushed him back down an inch. He beat against the bull’s stomach with his fists but he may as well have been beating against a brick wall. The bull’s abs were firm and unyielding, and Zavoc seemed to barely feel a thing.

“What’s wrong, Archer?” the dark voice from above teased.

He grabbed at the bull’s arms and hands and tried desperately to pull them away, but Zavoc wrapped his fingers around the coyote’s hair and mashed his fist against the back of Archer’s skull. He fought for his life, but Zavoc was effortlessly too big. Too strong. Immovable. Deadly.

Is this what he meant by wanting to ruin my life? Archer’s mind feared. Is he going to kill me and take Finn?

His vision went fuzzy. His lungs screamed for air. His skull throbbed. And then, suddenly, the bull released him.

Quickly, Archer scrambled backwards, pulling himself off the impaling cock, feeling every vein and wrinkle of the long, fleshy fuckstick withdraw from deep within his throat. He fell against the floor, onto his back, and gasped for the oxygen his body and brain craved between groans of pain and dread.

Zavoc simply laughed. His cock flexed in the air and spurted some precum down Finn’s skinny body. “Okay, that’s enough breathing”, he grunted, leaning forward, and grabbing the coyote’s leg to yank him forward again. The poor coyote’s relief was fleeting, though this time he took a deep breath before the bull cock cut off his airways again by cramming his mouth full of meat.

The bull grunted with pleasure as he used the two boys to get off with increasing speed. He gripped Archer’s skull with both broad hands, using his mouth and throat like a sex toy to pleasure his mammoth. At the same time, he rode the little otter hard, gyrating his hips around to spread his ass cheeks and stimulate his asshole using Finn’s underage face.

The cub squirmed underneath them both -- both a blessing and a curse. Finn hadn’t suffocated under the bull’s big ass, but his frantic movements signalled growing distress as well. Of course, the whole thing was a big blessing to Zavoc, who was clearly getting off on the kid’s helpless struggles against his asshole, his grunts and groans growing quicker and louder.

Archer, desperate to free Finn, gripped the bovine’s thick shaft with both hands and stroked him up and down fast in a final burst of energy to the finish line of a soul-crushing marathon. The bull started to twitch and shudder as his cock flexed hard, and he threw his head back and groaned loud as every muscle in his body suddenly tensed. Rows of abs bulged through his dark skin, his pecs swelled, his biceps flexed, and his cock stiffened. He pressed down hard on Archer’s head to lock him in place as he roared, “Yeeeeaaaaaahhh!” and his cock inflated and exploded with hot jizz deep inside Archer’s battered throat, spurting more and more and more into his numb insides, so deep that the coyote didn’t even need to swallow. He just needed to take it like an obedient little bitch.

With every squirt, the bull made a small thrusting movement back and forth atop Finn, grinding his hole against the cub. Slowly, his tense body flopped forward again, and his pleasure-hazy dilated pupils focused on Archer’s face.

His expression shifted from one of pleasure, to… something much darker.

He shifted his body forward, towering over the little coyote, and doubled the strength with which he forced Archer’s throat onto his still-cumming cock. His nostrils flared as he snorted air through them, his eyelids narrowed, and his upper lip curled to show his teeth.

Anger.

He cried as gulped down his bully’s sperm, on his hands and knees, staring up at those unbelievable muscles, on top of his young tortured lover. And he felt so tiny. So weak. So pathetic. A pitiful little creature. He could do nothing to stop this. And those cold eyes staring down at him told him there was much more to come before their hatred was satisfied.

As cruel as Zavoc was, Archer was stupid enough to have walked into his trap with Finn by his side.

Maybe the bull was right. Maybe he did deserve this.



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