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And Zavoc finally opened his eyes.\n\nThough his vision was blurry and his eyes strained from the morning light coming between the blinds, he saw sandy hair underneath his own chin. He blinked his tiredness away, and then noticed the rest of the otter’s light-brown furred face looking up at him from inside his arm. It all started coming back to him, and a pleased grin slowly grew across his face. As he remembered the day before, and the sinful things he’d done to Archer’s boy, blood pumped into his cock.\n\n\"Sorry, I'm a big guy\", the groaned as he rolled over to let the kid breathe, and he studied the boy's cute little face as Finn breathed deeply. The otter made eye contact with him briefly, but quickly looked away -- concern and worry twisted into a frown on his young face. He looked so cute like that.\n\nThe bull had pushed the blankets aside when he’d crawled into bed, so naturally, Zavoc’s eyes were soon drawn to the boy’s naked body next to him. The kid looked tense, his arms held close against his small chest, his legs together and slightly bent like he had an urge to curl up into a ball. But most of his body was still exposed, and delicious to his eyes, especially as he looked down, past the boy’s slender tummy.\n\nFinn must have noticed where Zavoc’s eyes were going, as the little otter grabbed hold of some of the blanket and pulled it over his naked private parts.\n\n“Mm-nn, [i]no[/i]…” Zavoc said gently, slowly moving his hand down Finn’s body, appreciating the delicious feel of his soft fur and smooth curves, until he got down to the boy’s waist and pushed the blanket away from him again so the young boy was again naked and entirely exposed to the bull’s touch and gaze. “You shouldn’t hide from me, kid. Your body’s very, very sexy”.\n\nThe otter’s sad frown intensified, but he didn’t resist.\n\nWhile Zavoc’s hand was down there, he took the opportunity to touch the kid’s premature cock and balls. They felt so tiny in his huge, adult hands -- a hundred times smaller than his own junk. Finn’s penis was by no means impressive, but there was still something so appealing about… molesting him.\n\nThat appeal came not just from the kid’s actual physical properties -- his penis was small and cute, his balls were little and his sack was tight and fuzzy with little marbles inside it that Zavoc tickled with his fingers -- but also from he thought of the act itself, and the hot wrongness of fondling an underage boy.\n\nYesterday was long and sinful, and Zavoc had done so many fun things to Finn during that time to the point that it had started to wear thin. But waking up anew, the bull was struck with another moment of excitement and exhilaration. There was something sinfully thrilling about waking up in bed with a hot nine year old pressed against his naked body, knowing he could do whatever the hell he wanted to the kid -- things that [i]definitely [/i]shouldn’t be done to a child -- simply for his own pleasure. Even simply being naked against him felt beautifully wrong, making no effort to hide his magnificent nakedness from the cub’s premature eyes and brain. The thought of that turned him on and caused his cock to start growing from its flaccid state, snaking its way up his toned stomach and leaving a trail of cockslime along his fur in its wake.\n\n“Where’s Archer?” Finn asked unhappily while Zavoc continued molesting him.\n\nThe bull hadn’t even thought of that fucker until Finn mentioned him. “Where I left him”, Zavoc said with quiet enjoyment, knowing the cunt couldn’t have possibly gone anywhere since the key to the handcuffs was in his bedside drawer. “Don’t worry about him”.\n\nFuck, now he was glad Finn reminded him about Archer. His cock surged with horniness at the thought of the coyote sitting there alone in the living room, probably crying pathetically and worrying about what Zavoc was doing to Finn in his bed right now. Archer likely thought the bull was raping the little slut right now, stretching the kid’s mouth with his fat cock, or forcing him to eat his fuzzy adult ass.\n\nArcher had good reason to worry. The boy was totally at Zavoc’s mercy. The bull could do absolutely anything he wanted to him, and there was nothing Finn could do to stop him. He felt so strong and powerful right now. This beautiful young boy was entirely under his control, and if Zavoc wanted, he could treat the innocent little soul like nothing more than a sex toy with warm, moist holes for him to use and enjoy. \n\nAbusing Finn in front of Archer yesterday had been a truly blissful experience for countless reasons. The kid was hot rape-bait if Zavoc had ever seen it. A cute little face that made the sexiest whimpers. Deep green eyes that paired so well with tears. A slender, curvy body with soft fur and taut skin. A fucking incredible ass. And he was [i]nine[/i]. So innocent and young, warm and [i]tight[/i]. Each time the bull abused Finn in some new way -- tongue-fucking his mouth, penetrating his throat, riding his face -- he corrupted the kid’s mind a little bit more. Best of all, the kid was of an age where he was so impressionable. As Zavoc used him for his own pleasure, he was probably permanently affecting the kid in significant ways. Finn’s mind was like a little sponge, and Zavoc was gonna drench it with his cum.\n\nThat made it all the hotter.\n\nBut what made it the hottest was doing it all in front of Archer, who loved the boy so much. The weak, pathetic cunt was utterly powerless to stop someone like Zavoc. While the bull and his mates defiled Finn’s young body and corrupted his innocent mind, Archer could do nothing but watch, trying to hide his wimpy little boner. \n\nYesterday reminded Zavoc of fonder times. Since he was a young teenager, he had always enjoyed showing off how superior he was compared to other males. He was bigger. Thicker. Heavier. Stronger. More muscular. More masculine. And certainly more hung. As an adolescent, he’d push his way through anyone who got in his way, whether in sports or in a school corridor. Other kids averted their eyes and gave him a wide berth when they saw him coming, going the opposite way if they couldn’t move aside. He’d walk around shirtless at parties and watch guys and girls alike sneak glances at his body, whether they were partnered or not. He’d strut around naked in locker rooms, shameless, because he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, while putting every other inferior wimp around him to shame with his heavy swinging dick. That kind of shit, proving to everyone else how much better he was than them, made him feel so good. It was a fucking fact. He [i]was [/i]better. And because of that, he had a right to do whatever he wanted to whomever he wanted. If anyone was stupid enough to question it by standing up to him, he’d prove them wrong with his fists.\n\nBut Archer... [i]fucking Archer[/i]. Everyone else knew their place, but not him. Archer had broken the unspoken rule that every other fur was smart enough to follow -- Zavoc was better than them and therefore he had a right to do whatever he wanted [i]to them[/i]. \n\nNot only had the coyote broken that rule, but in doing so, he’d wounded the bull in ways no one else ever had.\n\nAnd so Archer was a special case. While Zavoc had a sense of disdain for most other small and wimpy furs, he fucking loathed the coyote. Fortunately, that meant that torturing him was wonderfully cathartic. He didn’t just wanna shove Archer around. He wanted to fucking break him.\n\nThat’s why raping Archer’s kid boyfriend in front of him was the sweetest thing Zavoc had ever experienced. It was the perfect blend of everything that gave him pleasure -- showing off his superiority to the greatest degree by raping a cute kid while Archer couldn’t stop him, while also messing with the thing most important to the fur he hated most.\n\nYesterday had been a thing of bliss. Archer’s tears fed his soul and the coyote’s pathetic pleas engorged his cock. But Zavoc wasn’t done. He wanted to make it even better, push it even further. He didn’t want to just do increasingly perverted things with Finn and Archer -- though that was definitely part of it -- he wanted to make sure he permanently left a mark of Archer’s and Finn’s relationship. Once he was finished, the worthless coyote’s perfect little relationship would never, ever be the same again. For Archer and Finn, the thought of Zavoc would always be a dark cloud looming in their minds when they looked at each other.\n\nAs he lay there in bed now, thinking about all the sinful ways of achieving that, one image kept coming to his mind, one that had played on his mind all of yesterday. It was the look on Finn’s face when he’d first seen Zavoc’s cock -- when the bull had first unleashed his cock in front of the otter after they’d just finished playing games, before the kid had realised the bull’s true intentions towards him and Archer. \n\nWith that huge, fleshy, pulsing snake hanging in front of his face, Finn’s deep little green eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, dumbstruck. But it was so much more than shock. The kid hadn’t been able to look away. The cub had clearly never seen or imagined anything like Zavoc’s manhood and had been entirely enthralled with the sight. In that moment, the big juicy bovine cock was all his immature little mind could process.\n\nThe look on his young face was unmistakably a look of [i]desire[/i].\n\nSure, it was different than when Zavoc showed his dick off to furs he brought home to fuck. There was no “[i]Fuck that’s hot[/i]” or pouncing or lip-biting, but it was sexual desire in the only way a preteen kid knew how to express it. In Finn’s eyes there was an intense curiosity -- an urge to explore and touch and play with this incredible thing he’d just seen. The look wasn’t unfamiliar to Zavoc. Adults showed the same look when Zavoc unleashed his cock, they simply knew how to express their lust.\n\nZavoc knew there was a reason this image stuck in his mind now. If he wanted to hurt Archer, this was the key to the coyote’s soul. Because it was one thing to molest Finn against his will in front of Archer, to make him cry and whimper for mercy as he was pumped full of jizz… \n\nBut it was another thing entirely for Finn to [i]want [/i]to be molested -- to be in the same room as his boyfriend and lover, and yet willingly give access to his body to another, better man, for that man’s sexual gratification. To choose to pleasure another man because Finn [i]wanted to[/i]. If the first option was a kick in the gut to Archer, this would be a kick in the goddamn heart.\n\nAs Zavoc lay there in bed pondering it now, stroking Finn’s soft little tummy with one hand, the thought made his cock throb, and he silently smiled to himself.\n\nHe just needed to figure out how to make it happen.\n\nRight now, Finn was upset and anxious, nervously fiddling with his hands and trying to curl into himself to hide. Zavoc was no idiot. If this was going to work, he needed to calm the kid down and make him feel a little bit more comfortable around him first. So he took his hand away from Finn’s tummy and softly cupped the kid’s shoulder instead, giving it a gentle rub. In the gentlest voice the big manly bull could manage, he asked, \"Are you alright, kid?\"\n\nFinn looked at him curiously, perhaps noticing the unfamiliar change in Zavoc’s tone. After a few seconds, the otter shrugged shyly. \"You hurted me yesterday\".\n\nWell, Zavoc [i]had [/i]used the kid like a sex toy. But that could be reframed. Children were easy to manipulate. So the bull frowned with forced sympathy. \"I was a little rough with you, yeah. But... you're okay, aren't you?\"\n\nFinn frowned and glanced away from him, looking unsure. \n\n“Are you in pain now?” Zavoc prodded. “Does anything hurt?”\n\nFinn paused, thoughtfully, before shaking his head.\n\n“See?” the bull said with a smile. “We were playing some big adult games, but there was no lasting damage, right?”\n\nFinn’s eyes stared into the distance as his mind ticked over the words. “I guess not…” he mumbled. “It was scary though”.\n\n“Are you scared now?” Zavoc asked, giving him a gentle nudge, forcing a smile, and trying to sound as non-scary as possible.\n\nFinn dipped his head. “Kinda”, he said quietly.\n\n“Why’s that?” the bull said. But the otter just shrugged, probably too worried to provide a reason. Continuing to rub the boy’s shoulder reassuringly, Zavoc continued, “Well, you don’t need to be scared of me. I get a bit rough sometimes, but just like yesterday, I won’t do anything to you that you won’t get over quickly”. \n\nFinn silently pondered that for a while, before suddenly frowning and looking up at the bull again. \"You hurted Archer too”, he said angrily, clenching a fist. The fierce little thing hadn’t shown his fire in a while. Maybe that was a good sign that this was working. “Your friends hurted him\".\n\nThat, without a doubt, was very true. The coyote had an even worse time yesterday than the otter. Zavoc grimaced and sighed, acting as though that were an unfortunate but unavoidable thing. \"We hurt him, yeah. But he hurt me a lot in the past. He deserved what happened to him\".\n\n\"Archer’s nice!” Finn retorted. “He doesn’t hurt people”.\n\nThe bull shook his head dismissively. “Nuh-uh. He did hurt me. He ruined my life when I was younger, y’know”.\n\nFinn’s face flickered with confusion and dismay, but he quickly cast the feelings aside, crossing him arms and staring at the ceiling. “You probably deserved it. You’re a jerk”.\n\nThe bull snorted, amused by the kid’s sass. He tried to pull Finn a little bit closer to loosen him up, but the kid was still tense. Zavoc sighed. \"Listen, don't worry about him. We’re roughing him up a little, but he’s an adult. He can take it. He'll be fine too\", the bull said, though his definition of [i]fine [/i]might have differed to Finn’s.\n\nFinn remained silent and still, grumpily staring into the distance above. With Finn tucked under his arm beside him, Zavoc kinked his head to the side so his cheek was resting atop Finn’s sandy hair, and joined him in staring upwards at the roof. While weighing up options about what to do next, he remembered that Archer had told him last night that he’d never made Finn cum before -- the only things Finn and Archer had done to Zavoc’s knowledge was a little bit of touching, and Finn giving Archer oral. Finn likely knew very little about sex and orgasms at all, and maybe he could use this to his advantage.\n\n“You know what orgasms are, right?” the bovine asked, breaking the silence.\n\nAfter a while, Finn uncertainly said, “Squirting?”\n\n“Yeah, [i]squirting[/i]”, the bull said, smirking. “Well, squirting feels [i]really good.[/i] And because it feels so good, sometimes when people want to squirt, they get a bit rough. But that's not always a bad thing. Sometimes hurting someone else a little bit makes the other person feel [i]really, really good[/i], and then they squirt [i]real hard[/i]. So, when you think about it that way, it’s kind of worth it\". \n\nFinn didn’t say anything, but curiosity started to overtake the anger across his face as he thought about what the bull was saying. “People... hurt other people… so they squirt harder?” he said slowly, raising an eyebrow.\n\nFunnily enough, boiled down like that, the kid wasn’t at all wrong, Zavoc realised. “Basically, yeah”, he said with a casual shrug, as though this was just a fact, and nothing controversial. “A little bit of pain for a lot of pleasure. It’s like, a good trade”. \n\nZavoc smirked to himself. He was just… teaching the kid a few things, that was all. \n\nAfter a period of thought, the otter finally looked up to make eye contact with him again. “That’s weird”, he said.\n\nThe bull snorted. “It sounds weird, yeah”. But then an idea occurred to him. “I can show you what I mean, if you want”.\n\nFinn continued looking at him with a puzzled expression.\n\n\"Well, I did whatever I wanted to your body yesterday”, Zavoc continued. “It hurt you a little bit, but it felt really great for me, and I came -- [i]squirted [/i]-- really hard. Is there anything you want to do to my body? Anything that you think might make [i]you [/i]feel good? If there is, I'll let you do it, even if it hurts\".\n\nLooking down his dark muzzle at the kid, Zavoc could see Finn break eye contact and glance down the bull’s body.\n\n“Anything at all”, the bull added. “You name it. That’s how squirting is meant to work. We take turns. Think of it as a reward for being a good boy yesterday”. He grinned to himself naughtily in appreciation of the way he’d spun this.\n\nFinn, apparently taking the bull’s words on board, furrowed his cute little face in thought. His young curiosity was returning now -- the very thing Zavoc wanted to take advantage of. The boy’s gaze moved the bull’s chest downwards, where Zavoc’s semi-hard cock was flopped across his stomach and leaking at the tip into his belly button. Optimistically, the bull flexed his cock as a hint for the boy, since he knew deep down somewhere in the kid’s brain he wanted to play with Zavoc’s penis in a manner that was under his control and on his own terms. But Finn glanced away at the movement. Either out of embarrassment or uncertainty about what to even ask, he shook his head quickly and said, “No”.\n\nZavoc wrinkled his nose with disappointment, but this was still progress. He’d offered a deal that normalised Finn and Archer’s pain and suffering, while spinning their sexual abuse to be some part of a fair transaction. With his immature and impressionable mind, Finn seemed to be buying it. If this worked, the cub might no longer see Zavoc as a monster doing evil things. Instead, Finn might merely think of himself as someone who didn’t fully understand how [i]squirting [/i]is meant to work yet, and could learn from Zavoc.\n\n\"Well that's okay\", he said, giving Finn’s shoulder a little tickle with his fingers. \"But I still owe you”. He feigned thought, despite already knowing what he was going to do next. “Hmmmm… I want to be fair, so… I have a good idea. Let me try something for you anyway\".\n\nAt the sound of those words, Finn’s body instantly grew a little more tense. He probably expected he was about to be flopped over and relentlessly used as a cocksleeve again.\n\n“Don’t worry, don’t worry”, the bull chuckled. “This isn’t gonna hurt. It’s only gonna feel good, I promise”. He sat up, pulling his arm out from under the otter, before patting an empty space on the bed. “Here, roll onto your tummy”.\n\nObediently, the otter did as he’d been asked. He clearly didn’t want to be punished in some way for disobeying the bull. \n\nZavoc silently shook his head. With Finn still on edge, he’d have to take this slow. Propping himself up on one arm next to the otter, he used his other to start gently rubbing Finn’s back, giving him a massage. Given his size, he was careful not to be too rough -- he often overestimated his own strength. His hand’s black fur blended with Finn’s soft orange-brown fur, parting Finn’s hair and contacting his warmer skin as his hand moved up the curve of Finn’s back, and smoothing Finn’s fur out again to be flush as he brought his fingers down again. Soon enough, the cub’s body started to relax as he slowly realised he didn’t need to be afraid, and after that, Zavoc was able to search for spots that felt good for the kid. Finn had his hands resting on the bed together underneath his head, which was turned to the side, which allowed the bull to see his cute little facial twitches when he rubbed spots that felt nice. \n\nOccasionally, Finn would let out a quiet little groan. When he made sweet little noises, Finn would blush and look a little embarrassed. The silky sounds seemed to take a direct route through Zavoc’s ears down to his cock to stimulate it. He liked making this kid moan. It felt really nice… \n\n“It’s okay”, Zavoc said with an amused smile. “Feels good, huh?” The bull’s deep voice was a blatant contrast to the high-pitched smooth whimpers coming from Finn.\n\n“Yeah”, Finn said with a shy nod.\n\n\"I could tell\", the bull chuckled. \"I have another position in mind that I think will feel even better\". \n\nFinn barely had time to mutter any sign of consent before Zavoc slipped an arm under Finn to scoop him up and lift him on top of the bull’s own torso. Lying on his back with Finn on top of him and facing him, Finn’s head was now almost level with his own. While Finn gritted his teeth with a look of uncertainty, Zavoc did his best to give the kid a reassuring smile. He quickly resumed rubbing the boy’s back, now with both hands free.\n\nImportantly, this position also felt a lot nicer for the bull. Now he could feel Finn’s whole naked body against his muscular chest and stomach. His plump muscles seemed to contour to Finn’s curves nicely, as though the two were puzzle pieces designed to fit together. Stoked by the physical sensations of the cute naked kid’s body touching his own, and the soft, squishy curves underneath the bull’s fingers, Zavoc’s cock grew and throbbed against his stomach, between Finn’s legs.\n\n[i]Mmm[/i], he had an urge to shove Finn down a few inches and grind his slippery dick against the kid, but he resisted. This was, for now, about making Finn feel more comfortable around him. His cock continued flopping about unhappily like a fish pulled from water.\n\n“Am I comfy enough?” Zavoc asked with a smirk.\n\nFinn, resting his chin between Zavoc’s meaty pecs, mumbled a, “Yeah”. His eyes were closed, so Zavoc spent most of his time studying the kid’s cute face and watching for signs of discomfort or pleasure. \n\nThe bull couldn’t help himself. His hands moved progressively further down Finn’s back until they started stealing squeezes of Finn’s glorious, soft, round butt cheeks between their fingers. He was tentative in his movements at first so as not to upset Finn, but the kid didn’t seem to mind at all -- after all, that pedo Archer probably groped his beautiful ass all the time. It felt so fucking nice to touch, but it definitely didn’t help with his erection. Its growing mass caused it to flop to one side, resting against one of Finn’s legs. For whatever reason, the otter didn’t make any attempt to pull his leg away, so it remained there, slowly moistening the crevice between the cub’s leg and Zavoc’s stomach.\n\nOver time, the bull’s efforts seemed to work well. Finn grew more and more relaxed, his muscles getting looser, and his expression becoming more peaceful. Zavoc decided to step things up with another trick he’d learnt from Archer.\n\nHe rubbed his fingers all the way up Finn’s neck into his sandy hair, and started scratching around the kid’s scalp, especially behind Finn’s ears. Almost instantly he got the reaction he was looking for -- Finn twitched, giggling, “Stop, that tickles!”\n\nThe bull grinned, not stopping at all. “Oh, it tickles? Right [i]here[/i]?”\n\nFinn shivered, kinking his head to the side and scrunching up his face. His shivers quickly turned to squirms and wiggles, as though the pleasure of being scratched behind his ears was too much. “Stop!” he squealed breathlessly. “I can’t handle it”.\n\n“Can’t handle [i]what[/i]?” Zavoc said cheekily.\n\n“The... [i]tickling[/i]”, Finn panted, smiling through gritted teeth. “[i]Stoppp[/i]”. He grabbed at Zavoc’s fingers and tried to pull them away. The bull finally allowed him to, and Finn panted with relief.\n\n“All you had to do was ask”, the bull teased.\n\nFinn groaned, smushing his face into Zavoc’s chest, conceding the silly argument.\n\nZavoc smirked to himself. [i]Thanks for the tip, Archer[/i], Zavoc thought. What a sweet moment they’d just shared. A moment of happiness for the kid, and more importantly, a little victory towards achieving what the bull really wanted. Now that Finn had relaxed a little, he just needed to earn Finn’s trust so the cub would believe his words. To that end, Zavoc had some more sex-education he wanted to impart upon the young kid. \n\nZavoc propped his head up with an arm, looking down at Finn. “Did Archer ever suck your dick the way you suck his?” he asked. \n\nFinn shook his head. Face down between the bovine’s pecs, it was impossible to read his emotions.\n\n“Well… that’s shitty of him”, Zavoc added.\n\nAt that, the otter rolled his head to the side, facing away from the bull, so he could speak. “Naw, he said I’m too young to squirt”, he said. Encouragingly, his tone had a hint of disappointment in it.\n\nZavoc snorted. “That’s bullshit”. When Finn was silent, the bull continued. “Archer’s a fuckin liar”.\n\nThis time Finn turned to face him, little sparks of anger in his face again. “Archer doesn’t lie to me. He loves me”.\n\n“Oh you poor kid… I feel bad for you”, the bull replied sympathetically, tutting sadly. “Haven’t you realised that Archer’s been using you?” Finn’s anger intensified and he started to growl. Despite his intentions, it was far more cute than intimidating. Before the kid could speak, Zavoc cut him off by adding, “He wanted you to make him feel good. But he couldn’t be bothered doing the same for you… Or maybe he’s just not man enough, the fuckin sissy”.\n\n“[i]He’s not a sissy[/i]”, Finn snapped.\n\n“Why else wouldn’t he make you squirt?” Zavoc said bluntly.\n\nThe otter’s expression started to flicker, fading, confused, stumbling in the bull’s mental maze. “Shut up”, he said, not able to come up with another answer.\n\nZavoc smirked. This was as fun as it was easy. “Maybe he knows he’s too much of a weak, little-dicked fag to make you squirt, so he was too scared to ever try. That’s why he gave you excuses about you being too young”.\n\n“Shut up!” Finn replied, moving to roll off the bull and pull away.\n\nBut Zavoc didn’t let him, grabbing him with his arm to hold him in place atop his chest. While Finn continued squirming, he moved his muzzle close to Finn’s little ear, and in a deep, serious voice, he said, “If you’re so sure you’re too young, like Archer says… then let me try”.\n\nFinn’s movements slowed to a halt.\n\n“It won’t hurt, I promise”, Zavoc added, and then he shrugged and flopped backwards lightly. “And if I’m wrong, I’ll accept Archer was right, and I’ll give him a break”. While the otter’s face contorted in thought, the bull secretly grinned. “But if [i]I’m[/i] right... I’ll make you feel really, really fucking good”.\n\nFinn turned his head to look at Zavoc, his face conflicted with different emotions, and swallowed hard. Zavoc watched him quietly. Despite Finn’s age, after yesterday he’d definitely seen and caused enough guys blow their loads by now to know it had to feel really good. Surely, the primal, hedonistic part of his young brain was in some way jealous. \n\nCasting his eyes down timidly, Finn finally said, “I... I guess you can try”.\n\n[i]Fuck I’m good,[/i] Zavoc thought. \n\nHe tossed Finn over so the kid was lying on his back, and then shuffled down the bed so his head was level with Finn’s waist. He placed a big black hand on the kid’s hips, and started to nuzzle the boy’s silky fur with his muzzle, tickling it with his nose ring, and softly kissing and licking Finn’s tummy.\n\nThe otter nervously watched Zavoc’s every move with wide eyes, his hands hiding his suddenly blushing face.\n\n“Relax”, Zavoc soothed, winking at him. He licked into Finn’s belly button, making the kid squirm and smile at the tickling sensation. Then, he started to move downwards, from the curve of Finn’s little tummy, to the taut skin of his upper waist, and finally reaching his tiny, soft, underage cock. He gave the boy’s foreskin a kiss, and his barely exposed head a lick. Finn whimpered and squirmed uncomfortably, but the bull steadied him against the bed with his firm hand. \n\nGiving oral to a boy whose age could be counted on two hands made Zavoc’s own cock, forgotten about for a while, twitch and grow once more until his head was leaking against the mattress. It flexed and dribbled as the bull slowly took more of Finn’s cock into his warm, wet mouth, lapping at the boy’s sensitive virgin cock with his thick tongue, and edging his foreskin back with his lips. He glanced up to look at the kid, and saw Finn watching him intensely, blushing.\n\nZavoc couldn’t help but half-smile. [i]Wish you could see this, Arch[/i]. But he was playing a longer game.\n\nHe took Finn’s cock completely into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue up and down and over and over. Eventually, as all penises do, it started growing bigger and harder, and the otter let out a whimper. “It feels... weird”.\n\nZavoc just chuckled through his nose and kept working the kid’s dick as he used his other hand to give the kid’s balls a little tickle. They twitched inside Finn’s tight little fuzzy sack in rhythm with his growing cock’s pulses. As he tongued the otter’s cock, Finn’s whole body shivered and twisted against the bed, struggling to deal with entirely new sensations. Instinctively, as his cock grew to its full hardness, he started gently thrusting up and down against the bull’s mouth, and his whimpers grew more frequent until they were almost a constant wail.\n\n“Good?” Zavoc asked, glancing up at the boy.\n\nFinn wasn’t watching him anymore. His head was back and his eyes were squeezed shut. “[i]Ungh[/i]”.\n\nZavoc took that as a [i]yes[/i]. Now, he stopped playing around, and started to give the kid a proper blowjob, making a tight ring with his lips and moving it up and down Finn’s dick. The otter’s whimpers turned into low-pitch, helpless groans that made the bull’s own balls grumble. His monumental penis slapped against his muscular stomach and splatted against the bed, jealously craving attention, but continuing to be ignored in favour of Finn’s. \n\nHe pulled Finn’s cock from his mouth for a second to say, “Spread your legs”. With much less hesitation than before, Finn did just that, lifting his legs and placing his foot-paws atop Zavoc’s curved horns. Pausing for a second, the bull nibbled his lip and grunted lustfully. Now he had a great view not just of Finn’s cock and balls, but of his sweet little asshole too. Spurred on by his own desire more than anything else at this point, Zavoc licked a slobbery line with his long bovine tongue from the otter’s cock head, down his shaft and fuzzy balls, to Finn’s butt cheeks, though he stopped shy of diving between them for now. Finn grunted and wriggled, while Zavoc breathed in the ever-so-slight yet tantalising musk of [i]preteen boy[/i] between the kid’s thighs. While he tickled the valley of Finn’s ass with his tongue, he used his hand -- or rather, a few fingers -- to jerk the kid off.\n\nFinn gripped the sheets and raised his hips off the bed, thrusting into Zavoc’s hand. There was no hiding that he was actually enjoying this now, and Zavoc swam in a sense of smug satisfaction, knowing he was giving Finn a kind of pleasure that Archer had never been able to. The way the kid was moving, Zavoc could have sworn he was trying to get Zavoc’s tongue deeper between his cheeks. Well, he was very happy to indulge the cub.\n\nTaking charge, Zavoc sat up, scooped Finn up in his arms, and flipped him around until they were in a sixty-nine position -- Zavoc lying face-up with Finn on top of him and the otter's perfect, round ass right in his face.\n\nPartly driven by his own lust now, the bull didn't waste any time. He grabbed the little boy's squishy cheeks with both hands, pulled them apart to expose Finn's tiny pink hole, and used his hot wet tongue to lick all the way up from Finn's balls, between his warm, soft cheeks and against his hole, to the base of his tail.\n\n\"Oh sh-shit!\" the boy squealed. His whole body spasmed and his thighs squeezed Zavoc's torso between them. Zavoc could feel the boy's little cock harden and throb, jabbing into the bull's chest. Finn tried to pull his ass away from Zavoc and the unfamiliar, intense sensation, but Zavoc gripped his little hips and held him in place firmly while he shoved his muzzle into Finn’s ass, assaulting his tiny little hole with his big sloppy tongue -- poking it, licking it up and down, side to side, and in circles. When he came up for breath, he noticed that Finn was no longer trying to pull away, and he grinned to himself. The kid was liking it.\n\nHis own cock leaked heavily at this beautiful, perverted, intimate sight of Finn’s naked rear. As he squeezed the otter’s ass cheeks hard and coated Finn’s most private place with bull saliva, Zavoc grunted lustfully. \n\nFinn moaned too. And he was really loud. \"Oh wow! [i]Unnnngh[/i]!\" the boy squealed, grabbing hold of tufts of the bull's fur around Zavoc’s stomach and waist, and squeezing hard. His whole body bounced up and down, and he squealed, like his preteen body didn't even know how to handle this new kind of pleasure. But still, he pushed his ass back against Zavoc’s face, craving more of his animalistic tongue, more raw pleasure.\n\nZavoc could feel his own precum running down his hips and between his legs, like his cock was a tap that had just been turned on. Because [i]he [/i]was certainly fucking turned on. Finn's ass was the nicest ass he'd ever seen, and so ripe for pleasuring. A little lick with the tip of his tongue sent an earthquake through the young boy's body and it was beautiful to behold. More than that, knowing that Finn had never been pleasured in this way before, and that it was he, not Archer, who was giving him his first rimming experience, made him feel like such a stud.\n\n\"Oh fuck\", the bull groaned, resting his chin between the boy’s butt cheeks while he breathed. \"This is what you needed, isn't it, baby boy?\"\n\nFinn just whimpered, “Oh jeez”.\n\nZavoc snorted, and he returned to pleasuring the underage otter’s ass, eliciting another squeal as he tickled Finn’s tiny pink hole. The cub’s noises alone stroked Zavoc’s erection. He hoped that cunt Archer could hear them too, from where he was tied up in the living room. Zavoc was making Finn feel good in ways Archer had either refused to or never been able to, and he wanted to make sure the otter knew it. He wormed a hand between his chest and Finn’s hips so he could give the kid’s rock-hard cock a rub for him, and he said, “You poor boy, Finn… being stuck with Archer like that, while he used you for himself”.\n\nFinn still whimpered quietly, not saying anything.\n\nZavoc shook his head, smirking, while he kneaded Finn’s ass flesh with his fingers. “Archer’s a selfish, skinny, little-cocked sissy. You may not believe me kid, but I’m gonna prove it to you”. He gave the otter’s butt a playful smack and enjoyed watching the boy’s cheeks jiggle in front of his face. Taking a break from ass-eating to tease the kid, Zavoc used his other hand to lightly stroke and tickle Finn’s wet butthole. It squeezed the tip of his finger tightly in time with the pulses of his little cock. Finn grunted lustfully and his little hips wiggled back and forth with tiny, needy thrusts against the bull’s chest and hand. “I’m a proper man”, Zavoc continued, his voice almost angry with his own arrogance. “I’m better than your boyfriend in every fucking way. I’ll do stuff to you that he can’t”. Zavoc’s own cock twitched and flopped in frustration. He could feel trickles of precum running down the sides of his waist and between his legs. The sheets around his lower half were damp and he was sure he could smell his manly sex juice from here. Down around Finn’s head it would have been even worse -- or even better. The otter would be breathing his raw bovine musk in nice and deep. Good. He’d associate his newfound pleasure with the smell of a real man forever. \n\nThough Finn didn’t reply to the bull’s insults, his thrusts were growing faster and more intense, and his whimpers louder.\n\nZavoc snorted. “Enjoy it, Finn. You deserve it for being a good boy yesterday… and for putting up with that cunt for so long”. \n\nHe planted his face deep between the kid’s ass cheeks once more and crammed his tongue inside the cub’s incredibly tight, hot hole, exploring his insides with his long, wet tongue, and eliciting helpless grunts and groans from Finn. The cub weakly pressed his little body back against the bull, and their hot wet sticky bodies grinded against each other in time, their movements and noises quickening. After a few minutes, the bull pulled his face away once more, to the sound of a sad whimper from Finn. \n\n“Do you want me to make you squirt?” Zavoc panted.\n\nFinn, breathing hard, hands squeezing the bull’s thigh fur tightly, seemed embarrassed and hesitant to reply.\n\n“Tell me what you want, Finn”, the bull added, a wicked grin on his face. “Tell me, and I’ll do it for you”.\n\nFinally, looking down past the otter’s round, fuzzy globes of flesh, he saw Finn nod. “Y-yes please”, the young cub whimpered.\n\nZavoc nibbled his lip. “You’ve got it, baby boy”. He placed his finger inside his mouth and licked it to get it wet and slippery. Then, not keeping the poor kid waiting any longer, he gathered saliva in his mouth and licked Finn’s butt all the way from his balls to the top of his crack. Then he placed his fingertip on Finn’s entrance and slipped his finger inside.\n\nFinn’s whole body tensed up, and he squealed, “Shit!” while gripping the bull’s fur so tightly he pulled bits of it out. \n\n“Relax, Finn”, Zavoc grunted, continuing to pump the boy’s cock for him. “[i]Trust [/i]me”. The small boy’s ass wasn’t exactly deep, so when the bull curved his finger downwards, it was easy to to find his little prostate. He then started pressing and rubbing against it in time with his strokes of Finn’s cock. The otter’s tiny asshole clenched tightly around the intruding finger, and he whimpered helplessly as his legs twitched and squirmed. But after a minute, his frantic whimpers slowed, turning to moans and groans that came in rhythm with the throbs of his little cock.\n\nSuddenly, Finn raised his head and the tone of his voice grew deeper. “Oh, [i]guhhhhh[/i]”, he moaned. “[i]Ohhhhh. I... I feel... weird… uhhhhh[/i]”.\n\nZavoc just chuckled quietly, continuing his work. While Finn was confused, the bull knew exactly what was happening.\n\n“My... my... [i]nnnnngh[/i]”, Finn groaned in his cute young voice. His head dropped limply against Zavoc’s waist and he gasped air desperately, his chest rising and falling rapidly, still grinding into the bull’s hand around his cock. “I think my... my dick... I... [i]uhhhhhhh[/i]”. Then, all at once, Finn’s hole tightened around Zavoc’s finger, his beautiful cheeks clenched hard, and the boy thrust his hips forward and screamed, “[i]Unnnnnngggggggh shit[/i]!”\n\nThe bull grinned proudly as he watched the beautiful scene unfold. Finn’s entire body twitched and shuddered helplessly as his first ever orgasm wrecked his little body. His foot paws kicked against the bed either side of the bull’s head as he gripped Zavoc’s dark fur in his tiny hands and held on for dear life. His little balls tightened in his sack and his ass rose and fell, sending bubbly butt flesh jiggling as his hips slapped against the bull’s hand, all the while screaming, “[i]Unnnngh[/i]! [i]Ahhhhh-uhhhh[/i]!”\n\nZavoc’s fingers, wrapped around Finn’s erection, quickly grew noticeably wetter. Finn’s thrusts started to make wet squelchy noises, and the bull could see clear fluid trickling through his fingers. He could smell it too, right in his face as it were. His nostrils flared and he grunted, breathing it in, gritting his teeth with lust. \n\n[i]Everyone remembers their first orgasm[/i], the bull reminded himself, and he broke into quiet laughter with evil glee. This memory would always be in Finn’s mind. Zavoc would always be in Finn’s mind. \n\nHe made the cub squirt for the first time. He made the kid scream. Not Finn’s boyfriend. Not Archer.\n\n[i]Zavoc[/i].\n\nFinn continued clumsily humping the bull’s hand, crying with unbearable pleasure until his orgasm subsided, and finally, after one long, exhausted groan, Finn fell quiet, except for the sound of his heavy panting.\n\nZavoc removed his hands from Finn’s cock and ass and licked his preteen-fluid soaked hand clean with his tongue. The fur was matted with what looked like water -- clear and runny -- but it still tasted distinctly sexual. After licking his lips, he placed his hands behind his head. “I told you, kid”, he sighed happily. “That’s what a proper man can do”.\n\nFinn lay there on top of him, totally limp and prone, panting. Occasionally a limb or butt cheek would twitch as a faint ripple of his orgasm moved through him. But still, he didn’t talk.\n\nWhile Finn’s young mind was at its most malleable, still soaking in pleasure, Zavoc decided he should make the most of it. Smirking, he said, “Archer fuckin lied, Finn. He couldn’t do that to you. He’s just not man--”\n\nThe words suddenly caught in Zavoc’s throat as he froze, wide-eyed.\n\nA warm wetness enveloped his cock head, and a pair of small hands gripped his shaft tightly. His thick cock instantly surged to life and danced like crazy, finally getting the attention it craved after all this time. The relief was overwhelming and the bull’s eyes rolled backwards as he groaned loudly, “[i]Fuuuuuuuccck[/i]!” He lifted his head to see Finn’s sandy head of hair bobbing up and down on his cock. “[i]Ungh, fuck yeahh[/i]!” \n\nThe otter’s tongue licked against Zavoc’s precummy slit, taking the bull’s juices into his mouth, while Finn’s paws rubbed the bull’s thick, leathery, slippery shaft up and down as best as they could. All the insults Zavoc wanted to throw at Archer fell out of his mind as it was consumed with raw sexual gratification. His cock had effectively been edged to bursting point as he’d been molesting Finn all morning, and the boy’s mouth and touch felt incredible to his burning rod.\n\nAnd the best part was that Zavoc didn’t even have to do anything. Finn was doing this of his own choosing. All this time, Zavoc had [i]known [/i]the kid wanted his cock. But this proved it. Fuck, he felt so fucking smug and manly and sexy. The only thing that could make it better was if Archer was in the room, so he could show him his precious little boy eagerly slurping on Zavoc’s cock and break the fucker’s heart. But the bull was paralysed by his pleasure... and way too [i]close [/i]to stop now. Finn’s wet little underage mouth felt amazing on his fat, adult, throbbing bull cock, and Zavoc gripped the sheets and gritted his teeth as waves of pleasure flooded through his muscular body. His powerful dick flexed so hard it almost launched out of Finn’s mouth, but the otter held onto it tightly, not letting it go anywhere as he slurped and sucked with determination. Zavoc grunted wordlessly, his orgasm approaching fast. He took a moment to look down and take in the beautiful sight of Finn’s glorious ass -- resting atop his muscular chest, the boy’s legs still spread wide and showing off his tight little hole still glistening with Zavoc’s saliva -- and it was too much.\n\n“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he groaned. His heavy, sweaty balls heaved in his sack, and the thick load that had been churning away inside them all morning gushed through his sexual system, through his aching cock, and erupted with powerful spurts straight into Finn’s little mouth. “[i]Uuuggggggghhh[/i]!” Zavoc groaned, his hips rising and falling, shaking Finn’s entire little body on top of his flexing muscles. “[i]Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaahhh[/i]!”\n\nFinn’s body quivered as he choked and a cascade of thick bull cum spurted from within his lips, splattering onto the bull’s waist. As the bull’s cock kept pulsing, it was too much for the little boy, and more and more spooge sprayed onto his cock, balls, stomach, and the bed between his legs. But the kid didn’t give up, and he held onto Zavoc’s cock good as it continued its cum explosion. \n\nThis was one of the best orgasms of his life too. And to think it was all from a nine year old… Waves of pleasure crashed through the bull’s body. This was as hot as it was naughty, and all Zavoc could do was grunt and swear and fuckin enjoy it.\n\nFinally, his orgasm waned, and his cock slipped from Finn’s mouth amidst a final spray of bull jizz from the otter’s lips. His meaty dick slapped against the mattress and dribbled the last of his load into the sheets. Finn choked and gasped for air, while Zavoc let out a long, low groan of relief and satisfaction. For the next few minutes, they lay there together, Finn on top of Zavoc, both their bodies hot and sweaty, panting, shivering, and recovering, until finally the bull gave Finn a pat on his bouncy ass. “Fucking hell, kid. That was awesome”.\n\nWith a tired groan, Finn rolled off the bull and sat on his butt next to him. Zavoc looked at him, and saw the otter blushing intensely, looking down in his own lap rather than making eye contact. Most of what Zavoc could see was the top of Finn’s head. He looked intensely embarrassed for some reason. \n\nZavoc gave Finn’s back a gentle stroke with the back of his fingers. “Did you like making me squirt?” he said with a smirk.\n\nFinn nodded shyly. He turned his head to the side, but couldn’t hide the small smile that appeared on his face.\n\n“Heh, I thought so”, Zavoc said. “And did you like it when I made you squirt?”\n\nFinn chewed on his lip for a moment, before admitting, “Yeah”.\n\nZavoc chuckled. “I told you. I told you I could make you squirt”.\n\n“I guess so”, Finn said. His eyes were downcast, but his expression looked to be one of concern more than embarrassment now. He fiddled with the green wristband on his arm, tugging on it gently and rolling it around in circles, in thought.\n\nZavoc wanted to make sure Finn fully appreciated what his grand success meant. “I was right, huh? I was right about Archer being a worthless cunt of a coyote. He couldn’t make you squirt. But I could”, he said, grinning.\n\nFinn was quiet. The frown on his face only intensified. His mind was elsewhere.\n\n“He’s not man enough to make you feel as good as I did”, Zavoc added, giving the kid a nudge and trying to make him listen. He was trying to make an important point here. \n\nBut at his touch, the otter shook his head, annoyance flickering across his face. “No”, Finn replied. “He... he said I was too young”. But even as he spoke, the doubt in his voice was obvious. As it should have been. \n\nZavoc wasn’t stupid. It was quite possible that Archer was being truthful when he said he’d never tried to make Finn cum because he was trying to protect the cub’s innocence… but the bull found that immensely amusing. What was the point? Finn was already jerking and sucking Archer off. The coyote was just too much of a coward to go full pedo and return the favour.\n\n“You weren’t too young when I tried”, Zavoc said. Whatever Archer’s reasoning, it didn’t matter.\n\n“I…” Finn stopped and sighed, shaking his head abruptly with confusion. “I don’t understand. He loves me. I don’t get why he wouldn’t make--”\n\n“He knows he’s not man enough!” Zavoc snorted, lifting and arm to flex and show his muscles. “Have you looked at our bodies? Have you compared our cocks? He’s got fucking nothing on me. He’s probably never made anyone squirt in their life. He doesn’t know how to make someone feel good. He doesn’t know how to fuck. He’s a pathetic wimp. He’s worthless! He’ll never make you feel as good as I did”.\n\nZavoc’s words had the unintended effect. He’d gone too far. Finn placed his hands over his face and started sniffling, tears welling in his eyes. “Archer loves me!” he cried.\n\n“Ah fuck”, Zavoc sighed. He tried to place a hand on Finn’s knee to comfort him, but the otter recoiled.\n\n“You’re a jerk!” the otter snapped, turning on him. “Archer’s nicer than you! He wouldn’t… He must have a reason. Just… let me ask him why he didn’t make me squirt!” He moved to slide off the bed towards the door.\n\n“No… no, no”, Zavoc tutted, snatching the otter’s wrist before he could run. He wasn’t about to allow Archer a chance to explain himself and reaffirm their lovely little relationship. Finn tried to pull away, and he cast a hurt glance in Zavoc’s direction, but the bull shook his head. “I told you, Archer’s being punished for what he did to me, so… he’s not allowed to talk to you”.\n\n“Stop it!” Finn squealed, struggling, but he couldn’t make the much larger fur budge. “[i]Let me go[/i]!”\n\nZavoc sat up and sighed through gritted teeth. “Settle down, kid”, the bull sighed. “C’mon! Just… gah… listen!”\n\nBut Finn doubled down, desperately trying to worm out of the bull’s grasp. Zavoc might have succeeded in sowing seeds of doubt in his young mind, but the confusion growing from them was working the kid into a panic. Unsurprisingly, the bull now realised, eroding his precious relationship with Archer had a distressing impact on the kid. And as Finn fought to escape him with big tears running down his soft face from wounded eyes, Zavoc knew he would be forced to play the bad guy once more. \n\nIt didn’t matter. He’d been waiting to get his payback against Archer for years. If it needed to be a matter of two steps forward and one back, then so be it. He was a bull of determination. Already, his mind was coming up with a new way to earn the cub’s trust.\n\nThough, compared to his first idea, this would be the hard way. \n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2093091]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



Ch 7




“Mmmmnnff, I can't breathe”, groaned a young boy’s voice. It had the soft silkiness of a boy yet to reach puberty, and it gently tugged Zavoc, the muscular twenty-two year old dark brown bull, out of his slumber.

Lying on his stomach, Zavoc groaned sleepily, and his muscles started to twitch into action. As his senses started crawling back to his waking mind, he felt something tucked under his arm and smushed against his chest.

Something small. And soft. And warm. Mmm…

He stroked the fuzzy thing with his big dark hand, feeling its wonderfully round, squishy curves against his touch. It felt so nice -- so sensually small against his own huge ripped body. Pleasure oozed deep inside his waking brain, and his cock started to stir.

“Please! You’re… heavy!” the voice whimpered. And Zavoc finally opened his eyes.

Though his vision was blurry and his eyes strained from the morning light coming between the blinds, he saw sandy hair underneath his own chin. He blinked his tiredness away, and then noticed the rest of the otter’s light-brown furred face looking up at him from inside his arm. It all started coming back to him, and a pleased grin slowly grew across his face. As he remembered the day before, and the sinful things he’d done to Archer’s boy, blood pumped into his cock.

"Sorry, I'm a big guy", the groaned as he rolled over to let the kid breathe, and he studied the boy's cute little face as Finn breathed deeply. The otter made eye contact with him briefly, but quickly looked away -- concern and worry twisted into a frown on his young face. He looked so cute like that.

The bull had pushed the blankets aside when he’d crawled into bed, so naturally, Zavoc’s eyes were soon drawn to the boy’s naked body next to him. The kid looked tense, his arms held close against his small chest, his legs together and slightly bent like he had an urge to curl up into a ball. But most of his body was still exposed, and delicious to his eyes, especially as he looked down, past the boy’s slender tummy.

Finn must have noticed where Zavoc’s eyes were going, as the little otter grabbed hold of some of the blanket and pulled it over his naked private parts.

“Mm-nn, no…” Zavoc said gently, slowly moving his hand down Finn’s body, appreciating the delicious feel of his soft fur and smooth curves, until he got down to the boy’s waist and pushed the blanket away from him again so the young boy was again naked and entirely exposed to the bull’s touch and gaze. “You shouldn’t hide from me, kid. Your body’s very, very sexy”.

The otter’s sad frown intensified, but he didn’t resist.

While Zavoc’s hand was down there, he took the opportunity to touch the kid’s premature cock and balls. They felt so tiny in his huge, adult hands -- a hundred times smaller than his own junk. Finn’s penis was by no means impressive, but there was still something so appealing about… molesting him.

That appeal came not just from the kid’s actual physical properties -- his penis was small and cute, his balls were little and his sack was tight and fuzzy with little marbles inside it that Zavoc tickled with his fingers -- but also from he thought of the act itself, and the hot wrongness of fondling an underage boy.

Yesterday was long and sinful, and Zavoc had done so many fun things to Finn during that time to the point that it had started to wear thin. But waking up anew, the bull was struck with another moment of excitement and exhilaration. There was something sinfully thrilling about waking up in bed with a hot nine year old pressed against his naked body, knowing he could do whatever the hell he wanted to the kid -- things that definitely shouldn’t be done to a child -- simply for his own pleasure. Even simply being naked against him felt beautifully wrong, making no effort to hide his magnificent nakedness from the cub’s premature eyes and brain. The thought of that turned him on and caused his cock to start growing from its flaccid state, snaking its way up his toned stomach and leaving a trail of cockslime along his fur in its wake.

“Where’s Archer?” Finn asked unhappily while Zavoc continued molesting him.

The bull hadn’t even thought of that fucker until Finn mentioned him. “Where I left him”, Zavoc said with quiet enjoyment, knowing the cunt couldn’t have possibly gone anywhere since the key to the handcuffs was in his bedside drawer. “Don’t worry about him”.

Fuck, now he was glad Finn reminded him about Archer. His cock surged with horniness at the thought of the coyote sitting there alone in the living room, probably crying pathetically and worrying about what Zavoc was doing to Finn in his bed right now. Archer likely thought the bull was raping the little slut right now, stretching the kid’s mouth with his fat cock, or forcing him to eat his fuzzy adult ass.

Archer had good reason to worry. The boy was totally at Zavoc’s mercy. The bull could do absolutely anything he wanted to him, and there was nothing Finn could do to stop him. He felt so strong and powerful right now. This beautiful young boy was entirely under his control, and if Zavoc wanted, he could treat the innocent little soul like nothing more than a sex toy with warm, moist holes for him to use and enjoy.

Abusing Finn in front of Archer yesterday had been a truly blissful experience for countless reasons. The kid was hot rape-bait if Zavoc had ever seen it. A cute little face that made the sexiest whimpers. Deep green eyes that paired so well with tears. A slender, curvy body with soft fur and taut skin. A fucking incredible ass. And he was nine. So innocent and young, warm and tight. Each time the bull abused Finn in some new way -- tongue-fucking his mouth, penetrating his throat, riding his face -- he corrupted the kid’s mind a little bit more. Best of all, the kid was of an age where he was so impressionable. As Zavoc used him for his own pleasure, he was probably permanently affecting the kid in significant ways. Finn’s mind was like a little sponge, and Zavoc was gonna drench it with his cum.

That made it all the hotter.

But what made it the hottest was doing it all in front of Archer, who loved the boy so much. The weak, pathetic cunt was utterly powerless to stop someone like Zavoc. While the bull and his mates defiled Finn’s young body and corrupted his innocent mind, Archer could do nothing but watch, trying to hide his wimpy little boner.

Yesterday reminded Zavoc of fonder times. Since he was a young teenager, he had always enjoyed showing off how superior he was compared to other males. He was bigger. Thicker. Heavier. Stronger. More muscular. More masculine. And certainly more hung. As an adolescent, he’d push his way through anyone who got in his way, whether in sports or in a school corridor. Other kids averted their eyes and gave him a wide berth when they saw him coming, going the opposite way if they couldn’t move aside. He’d walk around shirtless at parties and watch guys and girls alike sneak glances at his body, whether they were partnered or not. He’d strut around naked in locker rooms, shameless, because he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, while putting every other inferior wimp around him to shame with his heavy swinging dick. That kind of shit, proving to everyone else how much better he was than them, made him feel so good. It was a fucking fact. He was better. And because of that, he had a right to do whatever he wanted to whomever he wanted. If anyone was stupid enough to question it by standing up to him, he’d prove them wrong with his fists.

But Archer... fucking Archer. Everyone else knew their place, but not him. Archer had broken the unspoken rule that every other fur was smart enough to follow -- Zavoc was better than them and therefore he had a right to do whatever he wanted to them.

Not only had the coyote broken that rule, but in doing so, he’d wounded the bull in ways no one else ever had.

And so Archer was a special case. While Zavoc had a sense of disdain for most other small and wimpy furs, he fucking loathed the coyote. Fortunately, that meant that torturing him was wonderfully cathartic. He didn’t just wanna shove Archer around. He wanted to fucking break him.

That’s why raping Archer’s kid boyfriend in front of him was the sweetest thing Zavoc had ever experienced. It was the perfect blend of everything that gave him pleasure -- showing off his superiority to the greatest degree by raping a cute kid while Archer couldn’t stop him, while also messing with the thing most important to the fur he hated most.

Yesterday had been a thing of bliss. Archer’s tears fed his soul and the coyote’s pathetic pleas engorged his cock. But Zavoc wasn’t done. He wanted to make it even better, push it even further. He didn’t want to just do increasingly perverted things with Finn and Archer -- though that was definitely part of it -- he wanted to make sure he permanently left a mark of Archer’s and Finn’s relationship. Once he was finished, the worthless coyote’s perfect little relationship would never, ever be the same again. For Archer and Finn, the thought of Zavoc would always be a dark cloud looming in their minds when they looked at each other.

As he lay there in bed now, thinking about all the sinful ways of achieving that, one image kept coming to his mind, one that had played on his mind all of yesterday. It was the look on Finn’s face when he’d first seen Zavoc’s cock -- when the bull had first unleashed his cock in front of the otter after they’d just finished playing games, before the kid had realised the bull’s true intentions towards him and Archer.

With that huge, fleshy, pulsing snake hanging in front of his face, Finn’s deep little green eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, dumbstruck. But it was so much more than shock. The kid hadn’t been able to look away. The cub had clearly never seen or imagined anything like Zavoc’s manhood and had been entirely enthralled with the sight. In that moment, the big juicy bovine cock was all his immature little mind could process.

The look on his young face was unmistakably a look of desire.

Sure, it was different than when Zavoc showed his dick off to furs he brought home to fuck. There was no “Fuck that’s hot” or pouncing or lip-biting, but it was sexual desire in the only way a preteen kid knew how to express it. In Finn’s eyes there was an intense curiosity -- an urge to explore and touch and play with this incredible thing he’d just seen. The look wasn’t unfamiliar to Zavoc. Adults showed the same look when Zavoc unleashed his cock, they simply knew how to express their lust.

Zavoc knew there was a reason this image stuck in his mind now. If he wanted to hurt Archer, this was the key to the coyote’s soul. Because it was one thing to molest Finn against his will in front of Archer, to make him cry and whimper for mercy as he was pumped full of jizz…

But it was another thing entirely for Finn to want to be molested -- to be in the same room as his boyfriend and lover, and yet willingly give access to his body to another, better man, for that man’s sexual gratification. To choose to pleasure another man because Finn wanted to. If the first option was a kick in the gut to Archer, this would be a kick in the goddamn heart.

As Zavoc lay there in bed pondering it now, stroking Finn’s soft little tummy with one hand, the thought made his cock throb, and he silently smiled to himself.

He just needed to figure out how to make it happen.

Right now, Finn was upset and anxious, nervously fiddling with his hands and trying to curl into himself to hide. Zavoc was no idiot. If this was going to work, he needed to calm the kid down and make him feel a little bit more comfortable around him first. So he took his hand away from Finn’s tummy and softly cupped the kid’s shoulder instead, giving it a gentle rub. In the gentlest voice the big manly bull could manage, he asked, "Are you alright, kid?"

Finn looked at him curiously, perhaps noticing the unfamiliar change in Zavoc’s tone. After a few seconds, the otter shrugged shyly. "You hurted me yesterday".

Well, Zavoc had used the kid like a sex toy. But that could be reframed. Children were easy to manipulate. So the bull frowned with forced sympathy. "I was a little rough with you, yeah. But... you're okay, aren't you?"

Finn frowned and glanced away from him, looking unsure.

“Are you in pain now?” Zavoc prodded. “Does anything hurt?”

Finn paused, thoughtfully, before shaking his head.

“See?” the bull said with a smile. “We were playing some big adult games, but there was no lasting damage, right?”

Finn’s eyes stared into the distance as his mind ticked over the words. “I guess not…” he mumbled. “It was scary though”.

“Are you scared now?” Zavoc asked, giving him a gentle nudge, forcing a smile, and trying to sound as non-scary as possible.

Finn dipped his head. “Kinda”, he said quietly.

“Why’s that?” the bull said. But the otter just shrugged, probably too worried to provide a reason. Continuing to rub the boy’s shoulder reassuringly, Zavoc continued, “Well, you don’t need to be scared of me. I get a bit rough sometimes, but just like yesterday, I won’t do anything to you that you won’t get over quickly”.

Finn silently pondered that for a while, before suddenly frowning and looking up at the bull again. "You hurted Archer too”, he said angrily, clenching a fist. The fierce little thing hadn’t shown his fire in a while. Maybe that was a good sign that this was working. “Your friends hurted him".

That, without a doubt, was very true. The coyote had an even worse time yesterday than the otter. Zavoc grimaced and sighed, acting as though that were an unfortunate but unavoidable thing. "We hurt him, yeah. But he hurt me a lot in the past. He deserved what happened to him".

"Archer’s nice!” Finn retorted. “He doesn’t hurt people”.

The bull shook his head dismissively. “Nuh-uh. He did hurt me. He ruined my life when I was younger, y’know”.

Finn’s face flickered with confusion and dismay, but he quickly cast the feelings aside, crossing him arms and staring at the ceiling. “You probably deserved it. You’re a jerk”.

The bull snorted, amused by the kid’s sass. He tried to pull Finn a little bit closer to loosen him up, but the kid was still tense. Zavoc sighed. "Listen, don't worry about him. We’re roughing him up a little, but he’s an adult. He can take it. He'll be fine too", the bull said, though his definition of fine might have differed to Finn’s.

Finn remained silent and still, grumpily staring into the distance above. With Finn tucked under his arm beside him, Zavoc kinked his head to the side so his cheek was resting atop Finn’s sandy hair, and joined him in staring upwards at the roof. While weighing up options about what to do next, he remembered that Archer had told him last night that he’d never made Finn cum before -- the only things Finn and Archer had done to Zavoc’s knowledge was a little bit of touching, and Finn giving Archer oral. Finn likely knew very little about sex and orgasms at all, and maybe he could use this to his advantage.

“You know what orgasms are, right?” the bovine asked, breaking the silence.

After a while, Finn uncertainly said, “Squirting?”

“Yeah, squirting”, the bull said, smirking. “Well, squirting feels really good. And because it feels so good, sometimes when people want to squirt, they get a bit rough. But that's not always a bad thing. Sometimes hurting someone else a little bit makes the other person feel really, really good, and then they squirt real hard. So, when you think about it that way, it’s kind of worth it".

Finn didn’t say anything, but curiosity started to overtake the anger across his face as he thought about what the bull was saying. “People... hurt other people… so they squirt harder?” he said slowly, raising an eyebrow.

Funnily enough, boiled down like that, the kid wasn’t at all wrong, Zavoc realised. “Basically, yeah”, he said with a casual shrug, as though this was just a fact, and nothing controversial. “A little bit of pain for a lot of pleasure. It’s like, a good trade”.

Zavoc smirked to himself. He was just… teaching the kid a few things, that was all.

After a period of thought, the otter finally looked up to make eye contact with him again. “That’s weird”, he said.

The bull snorted. “It sounds weird, yeah”. But then an idea occurred to him. “I can show you what I mean, if you want”.

Finn continued looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Well, I did whatever I wanted to your body yesterday”, Zavoc continued. “It hurt you a little bit, but it felt really great for me, and I came -- squirted -- really hard. Is there anything you want to do to my body? Anything that you think might make you feel good? If there is, I'll let you do it, even if it hurts".

Looking down his dark muzzle at the kid, Zavoc could see Finn break eye contact and glance down the bull’s body.

“Anything at all”, the bull added. “You name it. That’s how squirting is meant to work. We take turns. Think of it as a reward for being a good boy yesterday”. He grinned to himself naughtily in appreciation of the way he’d spun this.

Finn, apparently taking the bull’s words on board, furrowed his cute little face in thought. His young curiosity was returning now -- the very thing Zavoc wanted to take advantage of. The boy’s gaze moved the bull’s chest downwards, where Zavoc’s semi-hard cock was flopped across his stomach and leaking at the tip into his belly button. Optimistically, the bull flexed his cock as a hint for the boy, since he knew deep down somewhere in the kid’s brain he wanted to play with Zavoc’s penis in a manner that was under his control and on his own terms. But Finn glanced away at the movement. Either out of embarrassment or uncertainty about what to even ask, he shook his head quickly and said, “No”.

Zavoc wrinkled his nose with disappointment, but this was still progress. He’d offered a deal that normalised Finn and Archer’s pain and suffering, while spinning their sexual abuse to be some part of a fair transaction. With his immature and impressionable mind, Finn seemed to be buying it. If this worked, the cub might no longer see Zavoc as a monster doing evil things. Instead, Finn might merely think of himself as someone who didn’t fully understand how squirting is meant to work yet, and could learn from Zavoc.

"Well that's okay", he said, giving Finn’s shoulder a little tickle with his fingers. "But I still owe you”. He feigned thought, despite already knowing what he was going to do next. “Hmmmm… I want to be fair, so… I have a good idea. Let me try something for you anyway".

At the sound of those words, Finn’s body instantly grew a little more tense. He probably expected he was about to be flopped over and relentlessly used as a cocksleeve again.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry”, the bull chuckled. “This isn’t gonna hurt. It’s only gonna feel good, I promise”. He sat up, pulling his arm out from under the otter, before patting an empty space on the bed. “Here, roll onto your tummy”.

Obediently, the otter did as he’d been asked. He clearly didn’t want to be punished in some way for disobeying the bull.

Zavoc silently shook his head. With Finn still on edge, he’d have to take this slow. Propping himself up on one arm next to the otter, he used his other to start gently rubbing Finn’s back, giving him a massage. Given his size, he was careful not to be too rough -- he often overestimated his own strength. His hand’s black fur blended with Finn’s soft orange-brown fur, parting Finn’s hair and contacting his warmer skin as his hand moved up the curve of Finn’s back, and smoothing Finn’s fur out again to be flush as he brought his fingers down again. Soon enough, the cub’s body started to relax as he slowly realised he didn’t need to be afraid, and after that, Zavoc was able to search for spots that felt good for the kid. Finn had his hands resting on the bed together underneath his head, which was turned to the side, which allowed the bull to see his cute little facial twitches when he rubbed spots that felt nice.

Occasionally, Finn would let out a quiet little groan. When he made sweet little noises, Finn would blush and look a little embarrassed. The silky sounds seemed to take a direct route through Zavoc’s ears down to his cock to stimulate it. He liked making this kid moan. It felt really nice…

“It’s okay”, Zavoc said with an amused smile. “Feels good, huh?” The bull’s deep voice was a blatant contrast to the high-pitched smooth whimpers coming from Finn.

“Yeah”, Finn said with a shy nod.

"I could tell", the bull chuckled. "I have another position in mind that I think will feel even better".

Finn barely had time to mutter any sign of consent before Zavoc slipped an arm under Finn to scoop him up and lift him on top of the bull’s own torso. Lying on his back with Finn on top of him and facing him, Finn’s head was now almost level with his own. While Finn gritted his teeth with a look of uncertainty, Zavoc did his best to give the kid a reassuring smile. He quickly resumed rubbing the boy’s back, now with both hands free.

Importantly, this position also felt a lot nicer for the bull. Now he could feel Finn’s whole naked body against his muscular chest and stomach. His plump muscles seemed to contour to Finn’s curves nicely, as though the two were puzzle pieces designed to fit together. Stoked by the physical sensations of the cute naked kid’s body touching his own, and the soft, squishy curves underneath the bull’s fingers, Zavoc’s cock grew and throbbed against his stomach, between Finn’s legs.

Mmm, he had an urge to shove Finn down a few inches and grind his slippery dick against the kid, but he resisted. This was, for now, about making Finn feel more comfortable around him. His cock continued flopping about unhappily like a fish pulled from water.

“Am I comfy enough?” Zavoc asked with a smirk.

Finn, resting his chin between Zavoc’s meaty pecs, mumbled a, “Yeah”. His eyes were closed, so Zavoc spent most of his time studying the kid’s cute face and watching for signs of discomfort or pleasure.

The bull couldn’t help himself. His hands moved progressively further down Finn’s back until they started stealing squeezes of Finn’s glorious, soft, round butt cheeks between their fingers. He was tentative in his movements at first so as not to upset Finn, but the kid didn’t seem to mind at all -- after all, that pedo Archer probably groped his beautiful ass all the time. It felt so fucking nice to touch, but it definitely didn’t help with his erection. Its growing mass caused it to flop to one side, resting against one of Finn’s legs. For whatever reason, the otter didn’t make any attempt to pull his leg away, so it remained there, slowly moistening the crevice between the cub’s leg and Zavoc’s stomach.

Over time, the bull’s efforts seemed to work well. Finn grew more and more relaxed, his muscles getting looser, and his expression becoming more peaceful. Zavoc decided to step things up with another trick he’d learnt from Archer.

He rubbed his fingers all the way up Finn’s neck into his sandy hair, and started scratching around the kid’s scalp, especially behind Finn’s ears. Almost instantly he got the reaction he was looking for -- Finn twitched, giggling, “Stop, that tickles!”

The bull grinned, not stopping at all. “Oh, it tickles? Right here?”

Finn shivered, kinking his head to the side and scrunching up his face. His shivers quickly turned to squirms and wiggles, as though the pleasure of being scratched behind his ears was too much. “Stop!” he squealed breathlessly. “I can’t handle it”.

“Can’t handle what?” Zavoc said cheekily.

“The... tickling”, Finn panted, smiling through gritted teeth. “Stoppp”. He grabbed at Zavoc’s fingers and tried to pull them away. The bull finally allowed him to, and Finn panted with relief.

“All you had to do was ask”, the bull teased.

Finn groaned, smushing his face into Zavoc’s chest, conceding the silly argument.

Zavoc smirked to himself. Thanks for the tip, Archer, Zavoc thought. What a sweet moment they’d just shared. A moment of happiness for the kid, and more importantly, a little victory towards achieving what the bull really wanted. Now that Finn had relaxed a little, he just needed to earn Finn’s trust so the cub would believe his words. To that end, Zavoc had some more sex-education he wanted to impart upon the young kid.

Zavoc propped his head up with an arm, looking down at Finn. “Did Archer ever suck your dick the way you suck his?” he asked.

Finn shook his head. Face down between the bovine’s pecs, it was impossible to read his emotions.

“Well… that’s shitty of him”, Zavoc added.

At that, the otter rolled his head to the side, facing away from the bull, so he could speak. “Naw, he said I’m too young to squirt”, he said. Encouragingly, his tone had a hint of disappointment in it.

Zavoc snorted. “That’s bullshit”. When Finn was silent, the bull continued. “Archer’s a fuckin liar”.

This time Finn turned to face him, little sparks of anger in his face again. “Archer doesn’t lie to me. He loves me”.

“Oh you poor kid… I feel bad for you”, the bull replied sympathetically, tutting sadly. “Haven’t you realised that Archer’s been using you?” Finn’s anger intensified and he started to growl. Despite his intentions, it was far more cute than intimidating. Before the kid could speak, Zavoc cut him off by adding, “He wanted you to make him feel good. But he couldn’t be bothered doing the same for you… Or maybe he’s just not man enough, the fuckin sissy”.

“He’s not a sissy”, Finn snapped.

“Why else wouldn’t he make you squirt?” Zavoc said bluntly.

The otter’s expression started to flicker, fading, confused, stumbling in the bull’s mental maze. “Shut up”, he said, not able to come up with another answer.

Zavoc smirked. This was as fun as it was easy. “Maybe he knows he’s too much of a weak, little-dicked fag to make you squirt, so he was too scared to ever try. That’s why he gave you excuses about you being too young”.

“Shut up!” Finn replied, moving to roll off the bull and pull away.

But Zavoc didn’t let him, grabbing him with his arm to hold him in place atop his chest. While Finn continued squirming, he moved his muzzle close to Finn’s little ear, and in a deep, serious voice, he said, “If you’re so sure you’re too young, like Archer says… then let me try”.

Finn’s movements slowed to a halt.

“It won’t hurt, I promise”, Zavoc added, and then he shrugged and flopped backwards lightly. “And if I’m wrong, I’ll accept Archer was right, and I’ll give him a break”. While the otter’s face contorted in thought, the bull secretly grinned. “But if I’m right... I’ll make you feel really, really fucking good”.

Finn turned his head to look at Zavoc, his face conflicted with different emotions, and swallowed hard. Zavoc watched him quietly. Despite Finn’s age, after yesterday he’d definitely seen and caused enough guys blow their loads by now to know it had to feel really good. Surely, the primal, hedonistic part of his young brain was in some way jealous.

Casting his eyes down timidly, Finn finally said, “I... I guess you can try”.

Fuck I’m good, Zavoc thought.

He tossed Finn over so the kid was lying on his back, and then shuffled down the bed so his head was level with Finn’s waist. He placed a big black hand on the kid’s hips, and started to nuzzle the boy’s silky fur with his muzzle, tickling it with his nose ring, and softly kissing and licking Finn’s tummy.

The otter nervously watched Zavoc’s every move with wide eyes, his hands hiding his suddenly blushing face.

“Relax”, Zavoc soothed, winking at him. He licked into Finn’s belly button, making the kid squirm and smile at the tickling sensation. Then, he started to move downwards, from the curve of Finn’s little tummy, to the taut skin of his upper waist, and finally reaching his tiny, soft, underage cock. He gave the boy’s foreskin a kiss, and his barely exposed head a lick. Finn whimpered and squirmed uncomfortably, but the bull steadied him against the bed with his firm hand.

Giving oral to a boy whose age could be counted on two hands made Zavoc’s own cock, forgotten about for a while, twitch and grow once more until his head was leaking against the mattress. It flexed and dribbled as the bull slowly took more of Finn’s cock into his warm, wet mouth, lapping at the boy’s sensitive virgin cock with his thick tongue, and edging his foreskin back with his lips. He glanced up to look at the kid, and saw Finn watching him intensely, blushing.

Zavoc couldn’t help but half-smile. Wish you could see this, Arch. But he was playing a longer game.

He took Finn’s cock completely into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue up and down and over and over. Eventually, as all penises do, it started growing bigger and harder, and the otter let out a whimper. “It feels... weird”.

Zavoc just chuckled through his nose and kept working the kid’s dick as he used his other hand to give the kid’s balls a little tickle. They twitched inside Finn’s tight little fuzzy sack in rhythm with his growing cock’s pulses. As he tongued the otter’s cock, Finn’s whole body shivered and twisted against the bed, struggling to deal with entirely new sensations. Instinctively, as his cock grew to its full hardness, he started gently thrusting up and down against the bull’s mouth, and his whimpers grew more frequent until they were almost a constant wail.

“Good?” Zavoc asked, glancing up at the boy.

Finn wasn’t watching him anymore. His head was back and his eyes were squeezed shut. “Ungh”.

Zavoc took that as a yes. Now, he stopped playing around, and started to give the kid a proper blowjob, making a tight ring with his lips and moving it up and down Finn’s dick. The otter’s whimpers turned into low-pitch, helpless groans that made the bull’s own balls grumble. His monumental penis slapped against his muscular stomach and splatted against the bed, jealously craving attention, but continuing to be ignored in favour of Finn’s.

He pulled Finn’s cock from his mouth for a second to say, “Spread your legs”. With much less hesitation than before, Finn did just that, lifting his legs and placing his foot-paws atop Zavoc’s curved horns. Pausing for a second, the bull nibbled his lip and grunted lustfully. Now he had a great view not just of Finn’s cock and balls, but of his sweet little asshole too. Spurred on by his own desire more than anything else at this point, Zavoc licked a slobbery line with his long bovine tongue from the otter’s cock head, down his shaft and fuzzy balls, to Finn’s butt cheeks, though he stopped shy of diving between them for now. Finn grunted and wriggled, while Zavoc breathed in the ever-so-slight yet tantalising musk of preteen boy between the kid’s thighs. While he tickled the valley of Finn’s ass with his tongue, he used his hand -- or rather, a few fingers -- to jerk the kid off.

Finn gripped the sheets and raised his hips off the bed, thrusting into Zavoc’s hand. There was no hiding that he was actually enjoying this now, and Zavoc swam in a sense of smug satisfaction, knowing he was giving Finn a kind of pleasure that Archer had never been able to. The way the kid was moving, Zavoc could have sworn he was trying to get Zavoc’s tongue deeper between his cheeks. Well, he was very happy to indulge the cub.

Taking charge, Zavoc sat up, scooped Finn up in his arms, and flipped him around until they were in a sixty-nine position -- Zavoc lying face-up with Finn on top of him and the otter's perfect, round ass right in his face.

Partly driven by his own lust now, the bull didn't waste any time. He grabbed the little boy's squishy cheeks with both hands, pulled them apart to expose Finn's tiny pink hole, and used his hot wet tongue to lick all the way up from Finn's balls, between his warm, soft cheeks and against his hole, to the base of his tail.

"Oh sh-shit!" the boy squealed. His whole body spasmed and his thighs squeezed Zavoc's torso between them. Zavoc could feel the boy's little cock harden and throb, jabbing into the bull's chest. Finn tried to pull his ass away from Zavoc and the unfamiliar, intense sensation, but Zavoc gripped his little hips and held him in place firmly while he shoved his muzzle into Finn’s ass, assaulting his tiny little hole with his big sloppy tongue -- poking it, licking it up and down, side to side, and in circles. When he came up for breath, he noticed that Finn was no longer trying to pull away, and he grinned to himself. The kid was liking it.

His own cock leaked heavily at this beautiful, perverted, intimate sight of Finn’s naked rear. As he squeezed the otter’s ass cheeks hard and coated Finn’s most private place with bull saliva, Zavoc grunted lustfully.

Finn moaned too. And he was really loud. "Oh wow! Unnnngh!" the boy squealed, grabbing hold of tufts of the bull's fur around Zavoc’s stomach and waist, and squeezing hard. His whole body bounced up and down, and he squealed, like his preteen body didn't even know how to handle this new kind of pleasure. But still, he pushed his ass back against Zavoc’s face, craving more of his animalistic tongue, more raw pleasure.

Zavoc could feel his own precum running down his hips and between his legs, like his cock was a tap that had just been turned on. Because he was certainly fucking turned on. Finn's ass was the nicest ass he'd ever seen, and so ripe for pleasuring. A little lick with the tip of his tongue sent an earthquake through the young boy's body and it was beautiful to behold. More than that, knowing that Finn had never been pleasured in this way before, and that it was he, not Archer, who was giving him his first rimming experience, made him feel like such a stud.

"Oh fuck", the bull groaned, resting his chin between the boy’s butt cheeks while he breathed. "This is what you needed, isn't it, baby boy?"

Finn just whimpered, “Oh jeez”.

Zavoc snorted, and he returned to pleasuring the underage otter’s ass, eliciting another squeal as he tickled Finn’s tiny pink hole. The cub’s noises alone stroked Zavoc’s erection. He hoped that cunt Archer could hear them too, from where he was tied up in the living room. Zavoc was making Finn feel good in ways Archer had either refused to or never been able to, and he wanted to make sure the otter knew it. He wormed a hand between his chest and Finn’s hips so he could give the kid’s rock-hard cock a rub for him, and he said, “You poor boy, Finn… being stuck with Archer like that, while he used you for himself”.

Finn still whimpered quietly, not saying anything.

Zavoc shook his head, smirking, while he kneaded Finn’s ass flesh with his fingers. “Archer’s a selfish, skinny, little-cocked sissy. You may not believe me kid, but I’m gonna prove it to you”. He gave the otter’s butt a playful smack and enjoyed watching the boy’s cheeks jiggle in front of his face. Taking a break from ass-eating to tease the kid, Zavoc used his other hand to lightly stroke and tickle Finn’s wet butthole. It squeezed the tip of his finger tightly in time with the pulses of his little cock. Finn grunted lustfully and his little hips wiggled back and forth with tiny, needy thrusts against the bull’s chest and hand. “I’m a proper man”, Zavoc continued, his voice almost angry with his own arrogance. “I’m better than your boyfriend in every fucking way. I’ll do stuff to you that he can’t”. Zavoc’s own cock twitched and flopped in frustration. He could feel trickles of precum running down the sides of his waist and between his legs. The sheets around his lower half were damp and he was sure he could smell his manly sex juice from here. Down around Finn’s head it would have been even worse -- or even better. The otter would be breathing his raw bovine musk in nice and deep. Good. He’d associate his newfound pleasure with the smell of a real man forever.

Though Finn didn’t reply to the bull’s insults, his thrusts were growing faster and more intense, and his whimpers louder.

Zavoc snorted. “Enjoy it, Finn. You deserve it for being a good boy yesterday… and for putting up with that cunt for so long”.

He planted his face deep between the kid’s ass cheeks once more and crammed his tongue inside the cub’s incredibly tight, hot hole, exploring his insides with his long, wet tongue, and eliciting helpless grunts and groans from Finn. The cub weakly pressed his little body back against the bull, and their hot wet sticky bodies grinded against each other in time, their movements and noises quickening. After a few minutes, the bull pulled his face away once more, to the sound of a sad whimper from Finn.

“Do you want me to make you squirt?” Zavoc panted.

Finn, breathing hard, hands squeezing the bull’s thigh fur tightly, seemed embarrassed and hesitant to reply.

“Tell me what you want, Finn”, the bull added, a wicked grin on his face. “Tell me, and I’ll do it for you”.

Finally, looking down past the otter’s round, fuzzy globes of flesh, he saw Finn nod. “Y-yes please”, the young cub whimpered.

Zavoc nibbled his lip. “You’ve got it, baby boy”. He placed his finger inside his mouth and licked it to get it wet and slippery. Then, not keeping the poor kid waiting any longer, he gathered saliva in his mouth and licked Finn’s butt all the way from his balls to the top of his crack. Then he placed his fingertip on Finn’s entrance and slipped his finger inside.

Finn’s whole body tensed up, and he squealed, “Shit!” while gripping the bull’s fur so tightly he pulled bits of it out.

“Relax, Finn”, Zavoc grunted, continuing to pump the boy’s cock for him. “Trust me”. The small boy’s ass wasn’t exactly deep, so when the bull curved his finger downwards, it was easy to to find his little prostate. He then started pressing and rubbing against it in time with his strokes of Finn’s cock. The otter’s tiny asshole clenched tightly around the intruding finger, and he whimpered helplessly as his legs twitched and squirmed. But after a minute, his frantic whimpers slowed, turning to moans and groans that came in rhythm with the throbs of his little cock.

Suddenly, Finn raised his head and the tone of his voice grew deeper. “Oh, guhhhhh”, he moaned. “Ohhhhh. I... I feel... weird… uhhhhh”.

Zavoc just chuckled quietly, continuing his work. While Finn was confused, the bull knew exactly what was happening.

“My... my... nnnnngh”, Finn groaned in his cute young voice. His head dropped limply against Zavoc’s waist and he gasped air desperately, his chest rising and falling rapidly, still grinding into the bull’s hand around his cock. “I think my... my dick... I... uhhhhhhh”. Then, all at once, Finn’s hole tightened around Zavoc’s finger, his beautiful cheeks clenched hard, and the boy thrust his hips forward and screamed, “Unnnnnngggggggh shit!”

The bull grinned proudly as he watched the beautiful scene unfold. Finn’s entire body twitched and shuddered helplessly as his first ever orgasm wrecked his little body. His foot paws kicked against the bed either side of the bull’s head as he gripped Zavoc’s dark fur in his tiny hands and held on for dear life. His little balls tightened in his sack and his ass rose and fell, sending bubbly butt flesh jiggling as his hips slapped against the bull’s hand, all the while screaming, “Unnnngh! Ahhhhh-uhhhh!”

Zavoc’s fingers, wrapped around Finn’s erection, quickly grew noticeably wetter. Finn’s thrusts started to make wet squelchy noises, and the bull could see clear fluid trickling through his fingers. He could smell it too, right in his face as it were. His nostrils flared and he grunted, breathing it in, gritting his teeth with lust.

Everyone remembers their first orgasm, the bull reminded himself, and he broke into quiet laughter with evil glee. This memory would always be in Finn’s mind. Zavoc would always be in Finn’s mind.

He made the cub squirt for the first time. He made the kid scream. Not Finn’s boyfriend. Not Archer.

Zavoc.

Finn continued clumsily humping the bull’s hand, crying with unbearable pleasure until his orgasm subsided, and finally, after one long, exhausted groan, Finn fell quiet, except for the sound of his heavy panting.

Zavoc removed his hands from Finn’s cock and ass and licked his preteen-fluid soaked hand clean with his tongue. The fur was matted with what looked like water -- clear and runny -- but it still tasted distinctly sexual. After licking his lips, he placed his hands behind his head. “I told you, kid”, he sighed happily. “That’s what a proper man can do”.

Finn lay there on top of him, totally limp and prone, panting. Occasionally a limb or butt cheek would twitch as a faint ripple of his orgasm moved through him. But still, he didn’t talk.

While Finn’s young mind was at its most malleable, still soaking in pleasure, Zavoc decided he should make the most of it. Smirking, he said, “Archer fuckin lied, Finn. He couldn’t do that to you. He’s just not man--”

The words suddenly caught in Zavoc’s throat as he froze, wide-eyed.

A warm wetness enveloped his cock head, and a pair of small hands gripped his shaft tightly. His thick cock instantly surged to life and danced like crazy, finally getting the attention it craved after all this time. The relief was overwhelming and the bull’s eyes rolled backwards as he groaned loudly, “Fuuuuuuuccck!” He lifted his head to see Finn’s sandy head of hair bobbing up and down on his cock. “Ungh, fuck yeahh!”

The otter’s tongue licked against Zavoc’s precummy slit, taking the bull’s juices into his mouth, while Finn’s paws rubbed the bull’s thick, leathery, slippery shaft up and down as best as they could. All the insults Zavoc wanted to throw at Archer fell out of his mind as it was consumed with raw sexual gratification. His cock had effectively been edged to bursting point as he’d been molesting Finn all morning, and the boy’s mouth and touch felt incredible to his burning rod.

And the best part was that Zavoc didn’t even have to do anything. Finn was doing this of his own choosing. All this time, Zavoc had known the kid wanted his cock. But this proved it. Fuck, he felt so fucking smug and manly and sexy. The only thing that could make it better was if Archer was in the room, so he could show him his precious little boy eagerly slurping on Zavoc’s cock and break the fucker’s heart. But the bull was paralysed by his pleasure... and way too close to stop now. Finn’s wet little underage mouth felt amazing on his fat, adult, throbbing bull cock, and Zavoc gripped the sheets and gritted his teeth as waves of pleasure flooded through his muscular body. His powerful dick flexed so hard it almost launched out of Finn’s mouth, but the otter held onto it tightly, not letting it go anywhere as he slurped and sucked with determination. Zavoc grunted wordlessly, his orgasm approaching fast. He took a moment to look down and take in the beautiful sight of Finn’s glorious ass -- resting atop his muscular chest, the boy’s legs still spread wide and showing off his tight little hole still glistening with Zavoc’s saliva -- and it was too much.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he groaned. His heavy, sweaty balls heaved in his sack, and the thick load that had been churning away inside them all morning gushed through his sexual system, through his aching cock, and erupted with powerful spurts straight into Finn’s little mouth. “Uuuggggggghhh!” Zavoc groaned, his hips rising and falling, shaking Finn’s entire little body on top of his flexing muscles. “Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaahhh!”

Finn’s body quivered as he choked and a cascade of thick bull cum spurted from within his lips, splattering onto the bull’s waist. As the bull’s cock kept pulsing, it was too much for the little boy, and more and more spooge sprayed onto his cock, balls, stomach, and the bed between his legs. But the kid didn’t give up, and he held onto Zavoc’s cock good as it continued its cum explosion.

This was one of the best orgasms of his life too. And to think it was all from a nine year old… Waves of pleasure crashed through the bull’s body. This was as hot as it was naughty, and all Zavoc could do was grunt and swear and fuckin enjoy it.

Finally, his orgasm waned, and his cock slipped from Finn’s mouth amidst a final spray of bull jizz from the otter’s lips. His meaty dick slapped against the mattress and dribbled the last of his load into the sheets. Finn choked and gasped for air, while Zavoc let out a long, low groan of relief and satisfaction. For the next few minutes, they lay there together, Finn on top of Zavoc, both their bodies hot and sweaty, panting, shivering, and recovering, until finally the bull gave Finn a pat on his bouncy ass. “Fucking hell, kid. That was awesome”.

With a tired groan, Finn rolled off the bull and sat on his butt next to him. Zavoc looked at him, and saw the otter blushing intensely, looking down in his own lap rather than making eye contact. Most of what Zavoc could see was the top of Finn’s head. He looked intensely embarrassed for some reason.

Zavoc gave Finn’s back a gentle stroke with the back of his fingers. “Did you like making me squirt?” he said with a smirk.

Finn nodded shyly. He turned his head to the side, but couldn’t hide the small smile that appeared on his face.

“Heh, I thought so”, Zavoc said. “And did you like it when I made you squirt?”

Finn chewed on his lip for a moment, before admitting, “Yeah”.

Zavoc chuckled. “I told you. I told you I could make you squirt”.

“I guess so”, Finn said. His eyes were downcast, but his expression looked to be one of concern more than embarrassment now. He fiddled with the green wristband on his arm, tugging on it gently and rolling it around in circles, in thought.

Zavoc wanted to make sure Finn fully appreciated what his grand success meant. “I was right, huh? I was right about Archer being a worthless cunt of a coyote. He couldn’t make you squirt. But I could”, he said, grinning.

Finn was quiet. The frown on his face only intensified. His mind was elsewhere.

“He’s not man enough to make you feel as good as I did”, Zavoc added, giving the kid a nudge and trying to make him listen. He was trying to make an important point here.

But at his touch, the otter shook his head, annoyance flickering across his face. “No”, Finn replied. “He... he said I was too young”. But even as he spoke, the doubt in his voice was obvious. As it should have been.

Zavoc wasn’t stupid. It was quite possible that Archer was being truthful when he said he’d never tried to make Finn cum because he was trying to protect the cub’s innocence… but the bull found that immensely amusing. What was the point? Finn was already jerking and sucking Archer off. The coyote was just too much of a coward to go full pedo and return the favour.

“You weren’t too young when I tried”, Zavoc said. Whatever Archer’s reasoning, it didn’t matter.

“I…” Finn stopped and sighed, shaking his head abruptly with confusion. “I don’t understand. He loves me. I don’t get why he wouldn’t make--”

“He knows he’s not man enough!” Zavoc snorted, lifting and arm to flex and show his muscles. “Have you looked at our bodies? Have you compared our cocks? He’s got fucking nothing on me. He’s probably never made anyone squirt in their life. He doesn’t know how to make someone feel good. He doesn’t know how to fuck. He’s a pathetic wimp. He’s worthless! He’ll never make you feel as good as I did”.

Zavoc’s words had the unintended effect. He’d gone too far. Finn placed his hands over his face and started sniffling, tears welling in his eyes. “Archer loves me!” he cried.

“Ah fuck”, Zavoc sighed. He tried to place a hand on Finn’s knee to comfort him, but the otter recoiled.

“You’re a jerk!” the otter snapped, turning on him. “Archer’s nicer than you! He wouldn’t… He must have a reason. Just… let me ask him why he didn’t make me squirt!” He moved to slide off the bed towards the door.

“No… no, no”, Zavoc tutted, snatching the otter’s wrist before he could run. He wasn’t about to allow Archer a chance to explain himself and reaffirm their lovely little relationship. Finn tried to pull away, and he cast a hurt glance in Zavoc’s direction, but the bull shook his head. “I told you, Archer’s being punished for what he did to me, so… he’s not allowed to talk to you”.

“Stop it!” Finn squealed, struggling, but he couldn’t make the much larger fur budge. “Let me go!”

Zavoc sat up and sighed through gritted teeth. “Settle down, kid”, the bull sighed. “C’mon! Just… gah… listen!”

But Finn doubled down, desperately trying to worm out of the bull’s grasp. Zavoc might have succeeded in sowing seeds of doubt in his young mind, but the confusion growing from them was working the kid into a panic. Unsurprisingly, the bull now realised, eroding his precious relationship with Archer had a distressing impact on the kid. And as Finn fought to escape him with big tears running down his soft face from wounded eyes, Zavoc knew he would be forced to play the bad guy once more.

It didn’t matter. He’d been waiting to get his payback against Archer for years. If it needed to be a matter of two steps forward and one back, then so be it. He was a bull of determination. Already, his mind was coming up with a new way to earn the cub’s trust.

Though, compared to his first idea, this would be the hard way.



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