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Instead, he and Finn were talking quietly to each other, the bull's arms wrapped around Finn's naked body as the otter straddled his lap.\n\nZavoc whispered something to Finn, and the otter cracked a faint smile.\n\nArcher's heart cracked too.\n\nHe knew himself that food was a sure way to put Finn in a good mood, and it seemed to be something the bull was taking advantage of too, as he fed Finn another slice of pizza. \n\nBut why? [i]Why[/i]! What was Zavoc doing? \n\nAfter a long day of sinful, unbridled cruelty, why would he start showing small acts of kindness to the poor kid? Was it another cruel trick -- trying to get Finn to trust him a little so that when the bull inevitably raped him again it would hurt him even more? \n\nIt was the kind of thing Zavoc would do. He liked raising your hopes so you hit the ground even harder when he pushed you down. And yet, as hard as Archer tried to figure out the puzzle, this piece wouldn’t fit. He felt a surge of rage through his body but it burnt out quickly, leaving only hopelessness in its wake. He was far too exhausted to get angry. \n\n\"The fuck are you looking at, cunt? Work my dick\", Brandt grunted angrily, grabbing hold of Archer's ears and forcefully pulling the coyote's head deeper onto his hard fat cock.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nArcher tried his best to wait.\n\nHe waited until Brandt fell asleep -- flopped across an armrest with his head resting on his elbow, growling even as he breathed.\n\nHe waited until Nakk fell asleep -- head fallen backwards and mouth agape, snoring like he was about to choke on the fatness of his own throat.\n\nHe waited until Finn fell asleep on top of Zavoc's bulky chest -- exhaustion finally overwhelming the little boy's fear and unease.\n\nAnd he tried to wait until Zavoc fell asleep too, but it was too much. As he looked at the bull softly patting his young sleeping lover, Archer couldn’t hold back any longer.\n\nHe sat there in the corner of Zavoc’s room on his ass, knees pulled up to his muzzle and hands pulling his legs close, and he started crying. And when the floodgates opened, he couldn’t stop. He cried harder than he'd ever cried in his life, the pain in his heart pouring out of his eyes and mouth in heavy, body-trembling sobs.\n\nTears trickled down his face and chest and legs and he melted into a pathetic puddle of self-loathing. He was Finn's guardian. Finn's lover and protector. He had promised to protect the cub always and forever but he had failed him in the worst possible way. He had brought Finn here, to a place where he suffered so much harm and trauma that he feared the otter would never recover from. \n\nThis was all his fault. His own stupid fucking fault. How could he do this to Finn? Why couldn’t he protect him? He was such a fucking idiot. Weak. Useless. He didn’t deserve the cub. He didn’t deserve Finn’s love. \n\nHe chewed his lip hard to try to stifle his sobs in fear it would wake Brandt or Nakk, or get Zavoc’s attention. And that was bitterly ironic in itself. He couldn't even cry out his shame without fear of embarrassing himself further. \n\nHe heard the bull get up from the couch. His fur prickled in dread as he expected the bull to come over and taunt him, but when he parted his legs and peered between them, he didn’t see hooves standing in front of him. Instead, he saw the bull leaving the room.\n\nIt was no comfort. Because Zavoc was holding Finn, asleep, in one of his arms.\n\nThe coyote grimaced in pain and smushed his leaking face against his legs. Tonight, Archer wouldn't tell Finn to get into his pyjamas, give him a cuddle and a kiss, and tuck him into bed with an \"I love you\". He wouldn't scan the little rascal's eyes for a mischievous look, trying to guess whether the otter would sneak into his own room later for some sinful fun.\n\nNo, instead, the heartless bull of Archer's nightmares was taking Finn to bed with him, probably to molest, tease, and rape him -- make him cry, make him scared, and scar him for life. At best, his perceptions of sex would be warped and twisted forever. But would the optimism in his sweet heart and the sparkle in his eyes be snuffed out too? After all this distress and pain, would the cub ever feel safe in the world again?\n\nHe didn't notice that Zavoc had returned until he felt the floor vibrate from the weight of the bull’s footsteps, and the bull knelt down in front of him. Swallowing deeply and dragging his face across his thighs to wipe away his tears, Archer slowly and cautiously looked up at the life-ruining bull, lit only dimly by a single lamp on the other side of the room. \n\nHe was met with a wide smile. \"Oh, don't stop on account of me\", Zavoc said in a deep, quiet. \"I like watching you cry\".\n\nArcher crinkled his nose in anger, his bitterness overcoming any fear. \"Fuck you\".\n\n\"Fuck you too, Archer\", the bull snapped back, moving his face closer to the coyote's and curling his upper lip in contempt. \"You deserve this\".\n\nArcher sank his muzzle between his legs, defeated, and sighed, \"Yeah, right\". He just wished the bull would leave him alone to wallow and cry.\n\nZavoc sat back on his legs and in a casual tone befitting a totally normal conversation said, \"Tell me what Finn likes\".\n\nArcher looked up to study Zavoc’s masculine face in the dim light and noticed a glint in the bull’s eyes. \"What?\" he asked, confused.\n\nThe bovine shrugged. \"You know, what sort of things does he like? What makes him happy? Where does he like being touched? Does he like having certain things done to him? [i]What does he like[/i]?\"\n\nArcher shook his head, frowning in disbelief, and said, \"Why the hell would I tell--\", but he was interrupted by Zavoc reaching around behind himself to fetch two things that had been obscured by his huge body.\n\nHe placed them on the floor in front of Archer -- a pizza box from the fridge, and a big jug of water. He flipped the lid back with a flick of his hand to reveal there was still half a pizza inside. And Archer couldn't help but fixate on the thin sheen of condensation on the outside of the jug -- looking so fresh and cold. His tummy grumbled and saliva started oozing in his dry mouth. God, his mouth tasted so gross, and the only thing in his tummy since breakfast was sweat, piss, precum and jizz. Those tastes still lingered in his mouth, and gurgled around inside his stomach. Proper food and drink would do wonders for how he felt right now.\n\n\"So, what does Finn like?\" Zavoc repeated, nudging the pizza box an inch closer to Archer. His voice had the same fake flavour of kindness that it had that morning.\n\n[i]Fuck[/i].\n\nFood and water. He thought about how nice it would be to soak up the gross stuff inside his ill and icky stomach with food, and wash the disgustingness out of his mouth with cold, clean water. He certainly didn't trust Zavoc, and this didn't make sense at all. But whatever the puzzle was, he didn't have the energy to figure it out. And right now, with food and water in his sight, he wasn't sure whether he cared or not.\n\n“One time offer”, the bull teased, wiggling the box back and forth.\n\nArcher licked his dry lips again to wet them, and slowly opened his mouth. He looked at Zavoc’s offering once more, and couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. \"Games. Affection. And nothing makes him happier than food. Especially sweet things\".\n\nZavoc grinned. \"What about being touched? Does he like being touched anywhere, anything that you do to him?\"\n\nThe coyote hesitated, but stared at the food, and all he could think about was how much he ached for it. \"He likes when you scratch him on the head behind his ears. He says it tickles and makes his body feel all fuzzy, but he enjoys it\".\n\n\"Good, good\", the bull encouraged. After a slight pause, he continued, \"I wanna know, did you ever make him cum?\"\n\nArcher glared at the bull. \"No, he's too young, he's only nine. I… I wouldn’t--\".\n\nZavoc snorted dismissively and repeated the coyote’s words in a mocking tone. \"[i]Too young[/i]. Sure, pedo. Anything else you haven’t done?”\n\nRolling his eyes, Archer sighed and didn’t reply.\n\n\"What about... did you ever eat his ass?\"\n\n\"Why the hell are you asking me this?\" the coyote snapped, confused why Zavoc wanted to know this stuff and annoyed at his inability to figure out why. Behind Zavoc, Nakk choked on his own air, and shifted slightly in his chair which creaked under his weight. A few seconds later, he resumed snoring again, a little quieter.\n\n\"So is that a no?\" Zavoc prompted.\n\n\"No\", Archer grunted.\n\n\"I dunno how you resisted\", Zavoc said with a smirk. \"He's got such a perfect little butt\".\n\nThe coyote stared at him silently.\n\nShrugging uncaringly, the bovine said, \"That'll do for now\". He reached around behind himself to grab one more thing -- a pair of leathery handcuffs, which he used to attach Archer’s ankle to the base of a nearby couch. \"I usually only get these out for the [i]really good sex[/i], but I don't want you getting any stupid ideas tonight\". \n\nArcher huffed in annoyance but allowed the bull to restrain him. It wasn’t like he was going to try to break out of here without Finn anyway. \n\nAfterwards, the bull stood up, nodded to the food and water, and plainly said, \"You'll need your energy for tomorrow\". He didn’t look back at the canine, and left with heavy footsteps, walking down out of the room and down the dark hallway.\n\nArcher sat there for a moment as he watched Zavoc leave, and listened intently until he heard the bull's bedroom door close. Mere seconds later, he lunged for the pizza box and brought it into his lap.\n\nHe bent forward to sniff it with his muzzle, wondering whether this was yet another in a long line of tricks or pranks, but the pizza smelt normal. Actually, it smelt amazing to his starving body. His salivating tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and he licked his lips. He grabbed the jug of water and smelt that too but found nothing suspicious. He brought it to his lips and sipped it.\n\nThe relief of cool water in his muzzle was sudden and intense. He swished a mouthful around his mouth to wetten it, and seconds later was gulping it down as fast as he could. Then he shoved pizza into his mouth and swallowed it half-chewed, alternating between cramming food into his starving mouth and chugging more of the water to help it go down.\n\nWhen the pizza was all gone, and most of the water too, he fell against the wall with a relieved sigh and a full stomach. He looked around the room to see Brandt and Nakk still sleeping, and supposed that for today at least, his torture was over.\n\nBut his mind turned to Zavoc and Finn, and wondered what the bull was doing to Archer’s lover in his room and out of sight. Were they both going to sleep, or did the bull have his monstrous cock inside the young kid right now? He found himself idly toying with his green wristband -- the symbol of their love for each other.\n\nHis fingers tightened as a sudden impulse to rip the band off and break it to pieces surged through his body. Their love. What good had that love done? It had placed Finn in peril. Right now, the otter was suffering [i]because [/i]Archer loved him.\n\nHe gritted his teeth in anger and pulled the band taut against his wrist, the rubber stretching and cutting into his fur. He held it there for a few moments, sensing it was on the verge of breaking.\n\nWith a sigh, he let it slap back into its normal form and sting his skin, hanging his head with shame. He couldn’t give up hope. He might not be as big and strong as the other furs, but he still loved Finn and would do whatever he could for him. Just like how he had been there for Finn before, when the otter lost his parents and had no one else. When they got through this, he would be there for him again. And he would do whatever the hell he could to make this right. Buy him endless treats. Attack him with relentless affection and cuddles. Play games all day. And move far, far away from this cursed city. \n\nWhatever Zavoc was planning, Archer promised to himself, and to Finn, that he wouldn’t let it break him. \n\nHe tried to put the pieces together, but with the adrenaline of fear gone, he soon succumbed to fatigue and tiredness, and fell asleep propped up against the wall. \n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2087514]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n",
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Ch 6
Usually at this time of night, Finn would be nestled inside Archer’s arms on the couch while they watched TV or played games. Archer would hold the sweet, warm, soft little otter close, and remind himself how lucky he was to have such an amazing creature in his life. The increasingly sleepy cub would protest against going to bed because he wanted to stay up with his boyfriend. But Archer would smile as he tucked the boy in, and reassure him they could play more games and eat more treats and snuggle more tomorrow.
This was no usual night, however.
Archer sat on the floor, his back resting against the base of the couch, next to a big chunky leg. Everything was sore and stiff. His face, lips, and throat were numb. He rubbed his tired eyes with his paws and saw a streak of red across his wrist from earlier, plus a splotch of blood on his green wristband. He tried to wet a finger to rub the mark off, but his mouth was dry. When he swallowed he tasted the faint traces of blood and cum and piss, and his stomach gurgled with disgust and hunger. But worst of all, his heart ached inside his tight chest.
What he would have given for an ordinary night…
But instead his fond memories only taunted him right now, reminding him what couldn’t have -- what had been robbed from him. Much of the torturous day had seemed to happen so fast, but now, as things slowed, there was little to distract him from his thoughts. The only light in the room was the pale blue light coming from the TV, which was set to some sports channel. Images flickered on the screen in unison with the dull drone of commentators and a crowd, and the light cast long shadows throughout the room.
Archer raised his heavy head to look to his left where his captor rested across a couch. Under this light, Zavoc’s face appeared almost entirely black, like a menacing, horned demon. He could only make out the whites of the bull’s eyes, and yet the coyote could still sense the bull’s smile.
And why wouldn’t he be smiling? The bull had Finn in his arms -- the little otter’s face resting atop one of his plump pecs, panting quietly, wrecked from exhaustion after all the abuse he’d suffered today. A big dark hand stroked his beige fur silently. Softly. Almost affectionately. When something bright flashed on the screen, lighting the bull’s face like an ominous flash of lightning, cold chills seeped through Archer’s battered body. He saw something in Zavoc’s expression that deeply disturbed him, but… he couldn’t pinpoint why. Looking down at Finn, the bull had a kind of… desire across his face. And yet, it was different to the wild lust and sadistic anger he had seen today. Different… somehow.
The coyote frowned, his lips curling to bare his teeth at the sight. Seeing Zavoc hold and caress the sweet sleepy cub was, in a twisted way, almost as bad as watching the bull rape him. He had no right to cuddle and comfort Finn after hurting him. That was Archer’s job as his lover and caregiver.
The coyote’s chest tightened, and he didn’t know why. His lips quivered, and he dropped his head to stare into his own lap. As whispers of fear scratched at his mind, he clenched his eyes shut and clutched his head as thought he could squeeze them out. He didn’t like this at all. Things were… changing. And he didn’t understand it.
An hour or two ago, Brandt had asked for a turn at raping Finn. But Zavoc said no.
Then Nakk said he wanted to grope and molest the cub while he watched TV. And again, Zavoc said no.
The two fatter furs grumbled, but obeyed the alpha bull without question… which irritated Archer deeply because it gave rise to lots of questions for him.
Why was Zavoc becoming so possessive of the little otter?
Did he want the hottest, sweetest little prize for himself?
Why, then, had he stopped raping the cub?
Why, as the sweaty boar and angry bear passed Archer around between them, taking turns to abuse the coyote, was Zavoc content to lie there on the couch, simply holding Finn, stroking his body, talking to him quietly?
Why were these haunting questions harder for Archer to endure than the rape and abuse?
Movement to his left caught his eyes, and he saw the bull reaching for a slice of pizza from an open box on a nearby coffee table. Finn’s eyes traced the food through the air as Zavoc brought his hand back, and even from here, Archer could hear the cub’s tummy rumbling with hunger. Finn licked his lips, and he made eye contact with the bull.
Archer expected the big jerk to chomp down on the pizza in front of Finn’s face to taunt him, followed by some kind of insult towards Archer about how he wasn’t able to provide for his hungry boy like a proper guardian. There would be laughter and a smirk. Archer would frown and hide his skull behind his knees where he sat on the floor.
But instead he heard Zavoc say, “You hungry?” as he held the slice of pizza in front of Finn’s face.
The otter lifted himself up from Zavoc’s chest, resting on his elbows atop the bull’s muscles, alternating between eyeing the pizza and Zavoc with suspicion.
The bull playfully shrugged and rolled his eyes. “You were a good boy today”, he said gently. “You took some fuckin huge cocks. C’mon, you deserve it”. He lowered the slice to Finn’s lips and waited.
Finn paused, but only for a few seconds. He nibbled on the tip of the pizza, and when the taste of food hit his mouth, his eyes lit up, his face flushing with happiness. He took the pizza into his paws, chewing it down eagerly.
Zavoc chuckled and stroked his hair. “Heh, there you go, kid”.
Archer’s eyes were wide as he watched Finn smile faintly for the first time in hours. Even in his moments of pessimism, he had expected he would be able to soothe and comfort Finn after they suffered through their torture together. No matter how bad it got, he would be the one to look after Finn when it was done.
He had never expected this. He had imagined Zavoc eating that goddamn slice of pizza like the arrogant jerk he’d always been, and taunting Archer’s inability to provide for Finn and look after the cub. But instead, Zavoc was providing for him. A tiny act of kindness. There was no cruelty. And he didn’t tease or humiliate Archer. He didn’t mock the coyote. He just… forgot about him.
And somehow that felt so, so much worse.
The coyote's own tummy rumbled, distracting him from his emotional misery. Selfishly, seeing his partner in pain get to eat made him crave food for himself. Not just out of hunger, but the settle the sick feeling of cum and piss gurgling in his stomach.
Above him, Brandt belched loudly, sitting an empty can of beer down on the table and grabbing for some pizza at the same time. He dangled the slice in Archer's vision much like Zavoc had to Finn, and ordered the coyote, "Come here".
Archer looked up at the bear holding what he wanted so badly aloft. Far gone from shame, he obediently crawled over to kneel between the bear's feet, his face between the bear's thighs, not far from the bear's flaccid cock, looking up at him in a subservient position he knew Brandt would like. He scanned the bear's face for a sign that this was just another cruel trick, but fuck, even if it was, he didn't care anymore. He'd take the risk for the chance of food.
Brandt lowered his hand, but he was careful to dangle the pizza a couple of inches from Archer's mouth, never closer or further away. He looked down at Archer with a blunt expression, the light from the TV enhancing the nooks and curves of his face and making his eyes glimmer against his dark fur, not unlike someone telling a ghost story with a torch under their face. Brandt was scary enough even without the ominous lighting.
"I want you to beg me", the bear said.
Archer glanced at the greasy, cheesy pizza, and his tummy grumbled again. Fuck it, food was more important than dignity. "Please", he said in a soft voice.
To his side, he heard Nakk snigger, but he didn't care.
"Please sir", Brandt corrected.
"Please sir", Archer repeated.
"I beg you", the bear added.
"I beg you, sir".
"Please feed me".
"Please feed me, sir".
Brandt smiled, looking pleased. "Open your mouth".
On command, Archer opened his mouth and held his tongue out.
Brandt lowered the pizza so the pointed end just tickled the coyote's lips. Archer moved to nibble on it, but Brandt raised it just a little too high. He lowered it again, and Archer cautiously went to bite it again, but the pizza danced away ever so slightly in a teasing way once again.
"You’ve gotta open wider", Brandt chuckled.
The coyote sighed and rolled his eyes but opened his muzzle. A forceful hand suddenly but not surprisingly grabbed the back of the coyote’s head and tugged it forward, filling his open mouth with sweat-salty semi-hard bear cock.
"There you go bitch, And you're welcome", Brandt grunted, shoving the slice of pizza into his own mouth before adding with a mouthful of food, "Now get to work and you'll get something nice to swallow".
Nakk burst out laughing to the side in a drawn-out drunk laugh, and Archer expected to hear something from Zavoc too, knowing it was the kind of cruel prank the bull usually enjoyed, but he heard nothing.
When he glanced over as best as he could out of the side of his eyes and past Brandt's chunky thigh, he saw that Zavoc wasn't even looking at him. Instead, he and Finn were talking quietly to each other, the bull's arms wrapped around Finn's naked body as the otter straddled his lap.
Zavoc whispered something to Finn, and the otter cracked a faint smile.
Archer's heart cracked too.
He knew himself that food was a sure way to put Finn in a good mood, and it seemed to be something the bull was taking advantage of too, as he fed Finn another slice of pizza.
But why? Why! What was Zavoc doing?
After a long day of sinful, unbridled cruelty, why would he start showing small acts of kindness to the poor kid? Was it another cruel trick -- trying to get Finn to trust him a little so that when the bull inevitably raped him again it would hurt him even more?
It was the kind of thing Zavoc would do. He liked raising your hopes so you hit the ground even harder when he pushed you down. And yet, as hard as Archer tried to figure out the puzzle, this piece wouldn’t fit. He felt a surge of rage through his body but it burnt out quickly, leaving only hopelessness in its wake. He was far too exhausted to get angry.
"The fuck are you looking at, cunt? Work my dick", Brandt grunted angrily, grabbing hold of Archer's ears and forcefully pulling the coyote's head deeper onto his hard fat cock.
* * *
Archer tried his best to wait.
He waited until Brandt fell asleep -- flopped across an armrest with his head resting on his elbow, growling even as he breathed.
He waited until Nakk fell asleep -- head fallen backwards and mouth agape, snoring like he was about to choke on the fatness of his own throat.
He waited until Finn fell asleep on top of Zavoc's bulky chest -- exhaustion finally overwhelming the little boy's fear and unease.
And he tried to wait until Zavoc fell asleep too, but it was too much. As he looked at the bull softly patting his young sleeping lover, Archer couldn’t hold back any longer.
He sat there in the corner of Zavoc’s room on his ass, knees pulled up to his muzzle and hands pulling his legs close, and he started crying. And when the floodgates opened, he couldn’t stop. He cried harder than he'd ever cried in his life, the pain in his heart pouring out of his eyes and mouth in heavy, body-trembling sobs.
Tears trickled down his face and chest and legs and he melted into a pathetic puddle of self-loathing. He was Finn's guardian. Finn's lover and protector. He had promised to protect the cub always and forever but he had failed him in the worst possible way. He had brought Finn here, to a place where he suffered so much harm and trauma that he feared the otter would never recover from.
This was all his fault. His own stupid fucking fault. How could he do this to Finn? Why couldn’t he protect him? He was such a fucking idiot. Weak. Useless. He didn’t deserve the cub. He didn’t deserve Finn’s love.
He chewed his lip hard to try to stifle his sobs in fear it would wake Brandt or Nakk, or get Zavoc’s attention. And that was bitterly ironic in itself. He couldn't even cry out his shame without fear of embarrassing himself further.
He heard the bull get up from the couch. His fur prickled in dread as he expected the bull to come over and taunt him, but when he parted his legs and peered between them, he didn’t see hooves standing in front of him. Instead, he saw the bull leaving the room.
It was no comfort. Because Zavoc was holding Finn, asleep, in one of his arms.
The coyote grimaced in pain and smushed his leaking face against his legs. Tonight, Archer wouldn't tell Finn to get into his pyjamas, give him a cuddle and a kiss, and tuck him into bed with an "I love you". He wouldn't scan the little rascal's eyes for a mischievous look, trying to guess whether the otter would sneak into his own room later for some sinful fun.
No, instead, the heartless bull of Archer's nightmares was taking Finn to bed with him, probably to molest, tease, and rape him -- make him cry, make him scared, and scar him for life. At best, his perceptions of sex would be warped and twisted forever. But would the optimism in his sweet heart and the sparkle in his eyes be snuffed out too? After all this distress and pain, would the cub ever feel safe in the world again?
He didn't notice that Zavoc had returned until he felt the floor vibrate from the weight of the bull’s footsteps, and the bull knelt down in front of him. Swallowing deeply and dragging his face across his thighs to wipe away his tears, Archer slowly and cautiously looked up at the life-ruining bull, lit only dimly by a single lamp on the other side of the room.
He was met with a wide smile. "Oh, don't stop on account of me", Zavoc said in a deep, quiet. "I like watching you cry".
Archer crinkled his nose in anger, his bitterness overcoming any fear. "Fuck you".
"Fuck you too, Archer", the bull snapped back, moving his face closer to the coyote's and curling his upper lip in contempt. "You deserve this".
Archer sank his muzzle between his legs, defeated, and sighed, "Yeah, right". He just wished the bull would leave him alone to wallow and cry.
Zavoc sat back on his legs and in a casual tone befitting a totally normal conversation said, "Tell me what Finn likes".
Archer looked up to study Zavoc’s masculine face in the dim light and noticed a glint in the bull’s eyes. "What?" he asked, confused.
The bovine shrugged. "You know, what sort of things does he like? What makes him happy? Where does he like being touched? Does he like having certain things done to him? What does he like?"
Archer shook his head, frowning in disbelief, and said, "Why the hell would I tell--", but he was interrupted by Zavoc reaching around behind himself to fetch two things that had been obscured by his huge body.
He placed them on the floor in front of Archer -- a pizza box from the fridge, and a big jug of water. He flipped the lid back with a flick of his hand to reveal there was still half a pizza inside. And Archer couldn't help but fixate on the thin sheen of condensation on the outside of the jug -- looking so fresh and cold. His tummy grumbled and saliva started oozing in his dry mouth. God, his mouth tasted so gross, and the only thing in his tummy since breakfast was sweat, piss, precum and jizz. Those tastes still lingered in his mouth, and gurgled around inside his stomach. Proper food and drink would do wonders for how he felt right now.
"So, what does Finn like?" Zavoc repeated, nudging the pizza box an inch closer to Archer. His voice had the same fake flavour of kindness that it had that morning.
Fuck.
Food and water. He thought about how nice it would be to soak up the gross stuff inside his ill and icky stomach with food, and wash the disgustingness out of his mouth with cold, clean water. He certainly didn't trust Zavoc, and this didn't make sense at all. But whatever the puzzle was, he didn't have the energy to figure it out. And right now, with food and water in his sight, he wasn't sure whether he cared or not.
“One time offer”, the bull teased, wiggling the box back and forth.
Archer licked his dry lips again to wet them, and slowly opened his mouth. He looked at Zavoc’s offering once more, and couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. "Games. Affection. And nothing makes him happier than food. Especially sweet things".
Zavoc grinned. "What about being touched? Does he like being touched anywhere, anything that you do to him?"
The coyote hesitated, but stared at the food, and all he could think about was how much he ached for it. "He likes when you scratch him on the head behind his ears. He says it tickles and makes his body feel all fuzzy, but he enjoys it".
"Good, good", the bull encouraged. After a slight pause, he continued, "I wanna know, did you ever make him cum?"
Archer glared at the bull. "No, he's too young, he's only nine. I… I wouldn’t--".
Zavoc snorted dismissively and repeated the coyote’s words in a mocking tone. "Too young. Sure, pedo. Anything else you haven’t done?”
Rolling his eyes, Archer sighed and didn’t reply.
"What about... did you ever eat his ass?"
"Why the hell are you asking me this?" the coyote snapped, confused why Zavoc wanted to know this stuff and annoyed at his inability to figure out why. Behind Zavoc, Nakk choked on his own air, and shifted slightly in his chair which creaked under his weight. A few seconds later, he resumed snoring again, a little quieter.
"So is that a no?" Zavoc prompted.
"No", Archer grunted.
"I dunno how you resisted", Zavoc said with a smirk. "He's got such a perfect little butt".
The coyote stared at him silently.
Shrugging uncaringly, the bovine said, "That'll do for now". He reached around behind himself to grab one more thing -- a pair of leathery handcuffs, which he used to attach Archer’s ankle to the base of a nearby couch. "I usually only get these out for the really good sex, but I don't want you getting any stupid ideas tonight".
Archer huffed in annoyance but allowed the bull to restrain him. It wasn’t like he was going to try to break out of here without Finn anyway.
Afterwards, the bull stood up, nodded to the food and water, and plainly said, "You'll need your energy for tomorrow". He didn’t look back at the canine, and left with heavy footsteps, walking down out of the room and down the dark hallway.
Archer sat there for a moment as he watched Zavoc leave, and listened intently until he heard the bull's bedroom door close. Mere seconds later, he lunged for the pizza box and brought it into his lap.
He bent forward to sniff it with his muzzle, wondering whether this was yet another in a long line of tricks or pranks, but the pizza smelt normal. Actually, it smelt amazing to his starving body. His salivating tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and he licked his lips. He grabbed the jug of water and smelt that too but found nothing suspicious. He brought it to his lips and sipped it.
The relief of cool water in his muzzle was sudden and intense. He swished a mouthful around his mouth to wetten it, and seconds later was gulping it down as fast as he could. Then he shoved pizza into his mouth and swallowed it half-chewed, alternating between cramming food into his starving mouth and chugging more of the water to help it go down.
When the pizza was all gone, and most of the water too, he fell against the wall with a relieved sigh and a full stomach. He looked around the room to see Brandt and Nakk still sleeping, and supposed that for today at least, his torture was over.
But his mind turned to Zavoc and Finn, and wondered what the bull was doing to Archer’s lover in his room and out of sight. Were they both going to sleep, or did the bull have his monstrous cock inside the young kid right now? He found himself idly toying with his green wristband -- the symbol of their love for each other.
His fingers tightened as a sudden impulse to rip the band off and break it to pieces surged through his body. Their love. What good had that love done? It had placed Finn in peril. Right now, the otter was suffering because Archer loved him.
He gritted his teeth in anger and pulled the band taut against his wrist, the rubber stretching and cutting into his fur. He held it there for a few moments, sensing it was on the verge of breaking.
With a sigh, he let it slap back into its normal form and sting his skin, hanging his head with shame. He couldn’t give up hope. He might not be as big and strong as the other furs, but he still loved Finn and would do whatever he could for him. Just like how he had been there for Finn before, when the otter lost his parents and had no one else. When they got through this, he would be there for him again. And he would do whatever the hell he could to make this right. Buy him endless treats. Attack him with relentless affection and cuddles. Play games all day. And move far, far away from this cursed city.
Whatever Zavoc was planning, Archer promised to himself, and to Finn, that he wouldn’t let it break him.
He tried to put the pieces together, but with the adrenaline of fear gone, he soon succumbed to fatigue and tiredness, and fell asleep propped up against the wall.
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