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He switched the kitchen to the other side of the room where it felt like it made more sense.\n\n“I don’t know what we’d do without you!” Finn’s father called from another room. Where would that have been?\n\n“Oh don’t mention it”, Archer said with a smile. “I always have a fun time looking after him! It’s no problem at all”. He watched the young otter bound back to his blocks, plop his butt down on the floor, and look back at the coyote expectantly while waiting for him to join in. Archer smiled as he plodded over to sit down next to his adorable little buddy.\n\nWith an excited finger, Finn began pointing out all the features of the castle he’d created with his youthfully vivid imagination. The handful of mismatched blue blocks outside the castle wall was actually a pond with all sorts of colourful fish in it. The little man with the brown stick was a powerful wizard who protected everyone in the castle. The green blocks in the wall were a secret door leading to a room underneath the castle, packed with games and unbelievable treats. That was where Finn said he lived with a proud smile.\n\nArcher grinned in return. How could he not? Finn’s happy face was infectious. Powerful. “Oh wow! That’s so cool!” he said. The otter bounced hearing the praise.\n\nPerhaps it was rare for him. With Finn’s parents always so busy, the boy was elated to have a chance to share his creations with someone for once. Wide-eyed and jiggling, he walked the coyote through everything he’d built and still wanted to do. He was adorable. He always had been.\n\n[i]Even back then, I think I had feelings for you[/i], Archer thought. The words made his heart hurt, but he didn’t know why.\n\nAs happened so often in dreams, time swirled around him, scenes shifting seamlessly. Finn’s parents left, saying they’d be home tomorrow. Archer cooked dinner while Finn continued playing. They ate dinner on the couch, resting against each other, watching TV. Kind of.\n\nArcher watched Finn instead. He was so cute. So happy. But the coyote had an unshakeable sick feeling in his stomach. Something was wrong. He didn’t know what. He didn’t know why. But it caused tears to trickle down his face, and he suddenly took Finn into his arms, squeezing him tightly, as though he’d lose him if he let go.\n\nFinn hugged him back, giggling happily. Innocent. Unaware of his pain.\n\nThere was a knock on the door. Archer answered.\n\n“Hi there”, the dog, the policeman, said. He had a sickeningly sorrowful look across his face. “I’m sorry to disturb you at this time of night…”\n\nArcher’s heart sank, and his old life sank with it. \n\nHours had followed, but Archer had never remembered them well, and his mind didn’t bother filling in the blanks now. The policeman was gone. Archer cradled Finn in his arms as the orphan wailed. He had entered Finn’s house as a babysitter and he would leave as a guardian.\n\n“You’re okay”, he soothed, patting the boy’s long hair. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna look after you”.\n\nFinn screamed and cried.\n\n“I’m gonna look after you”, Archer said. “I’m gonna look after you”. \n\nThe words repeated over and over, echoing in his mind.\n\n[i]I’m gonna look after you.[/i]\n\nBut each time they repeated, they grew quieter, and Finn’s devastated, hopeless crying grew louder and louder until Archer could feel the vibrations in his heart. He desperately wanted to make it all better, but there was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could do. \n\nFinn’s cries shook the world until it came tumbling down around him, the agonising ripples of his misery echoing in the endless dark. And Archer was weak. Hopeless. Powerless to help the boy he loved.\n\nArcher woke with a start, clutching his chest where his heart was racing. Slumped against the wall where he’d slept, he groaned and stretched, feeling his back ache while he clicked his bones, opening his eyes slowly. \n\nHis ears pricked -- he could still hear Finn’s wailing. It wasn’t part of the dream. It was reality. He could hear it coming through Zavoc’s bedroom door.\n\n“[i]Unnnngh[/i]! [i]Ahhhhh-uhhhh[/i]!”\n\nArcher rubbed the sleepiness away from his face with a weak hand, and started to look around the room, trying to regain his bearings. Everything was unfamiliar and clouded by sleep, but when he noticed the two fat furs sleeping on couches nearby, it all came back to him.\n\n“Fuck”, he said under his breath. “No, no, no”. He relived the day before in a flash. The cafe. Running into Zavoc. Bringing Finn to Zavoc’s house. Playing games. Zavoc revealing the truth. Brandt and Nakk coming over. Then the both of them -- Archer and Finn -- getting used over and over. Cocks. Cum. Piss. Rape. 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He glanced around the room in a futile attempt at finding something to free himself with. But found nothing at all. He had to wait to be freed. And the other two furs in the room were probably better left sleeping.\n\nBrandt was sleeping sideways on a couch, his sizeable, bulky body rising and falling slowly with each breath. The dark grey bear was naked, his cock semi-hard and resting against the couch cushions. He twitched every now and then and mumbled quietly. He must have been dreaming. He had a cruel scowl on his face that seemed to be his default expression.\n\nNakk was sleeping upright, lying back in a recliner, head fallen backwards and mouth open. He snored loudly and roughly, as though each breath of air had to fight its way down his fat throat. His fat gut rippled with each snort of air. Underneath that, the head of his cock was just barely visible between his thick thighs.\n\nAcross from Archer, light was streaming in underneath the closed curtains. It was the cold, pale kind of light of an overcast day. The coyote took a deep, trembling breath, and tried to reassure himself that everything would be okay, but the words fell flat and lifeless no matter how many times he said them. All he could do was wait, swimming in hopelessness and dread like a sailor lost at sea. Why was he so pathetic?\n\nEventually it occurred to him he could pee into the empty jug. As soon as he had the idea, he grabbed it and stumbled to his feet, holding it underneath his cock. Piss started gushing from his cock instantly, alleviating the painful pressure in his bladder, and he let out a long, quiet sigh. But the sound of the liquid splashing inside the glass stirred Brandt from his slumber, and the bear blinked a few times before groaning and sitting up.\n\nArcher tried to ignore the bear so as not to antagonise him in any way, but Brandt slowly got up from the couch and plodded over anyway, stopping right in front of him. He eclipsed all the light from the window and covered the coyote in his shadow. Archer meekly avoided eye contact and continued looking down at the jug he was filling\n\nBrandt grabbed the rim of the jug firmly. “Be sure you don’t piss on Zavoc’s carpet”, he said darkly. “He’ll fuckin kill you”.\n\n“[i]Please, don’t[/i]”, Archer whimpered, with an idea of what the bear was about to do. His bladder was still aching, bursting from all the water, cum, and piss he’d drank yesterday. He needed relief [i]so [/i]badly.\n\nThe bear wrenched the jug away from him.\n\nArcher’s knees buckled and he whimpered woefully as he clenched his entire urinary system to stop the flow of his urine, catching the rest of his mid-flow stream in his hands to stop it from splattering onto the bull’s carpet as it turned to a dribble. Pain shot through his cock and into his bladder as he forced their functions to a grinding halt, despite his body begging him to continue. He reached for the jug weakly but Brandt just moved it further away and leered right in the coyote’s face, baring his sharp teeth. “Poor baby”, Brandt said in a sarcastically soft voice.\n\n“[i]Please[/i]”, Archer pleaded, sobbing pathetically.\n\n“Mm-nnn”, Brandt said dismissively, shaking his head, stepping forward and pushing the coyote against the wall with his huge, bulky mass. It was then that Archer noticed a hardness digging against his aching stomach. Brandt’s thick erection.\n\n“[i]Stop[/i]. No!” he squealed. But Brandt pressed their bodies against each other even harder, now digging his cock right into Archer’s gut and crushing the coyote’s bladder with his hard dick. 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If he peed on Zavoc’s carpet he’d be in for a world of further pain.\n\n“Tell you what”, the bear said slowly, taking his comfortable time. “I’ll stop on one condition”.\n\n“What?” Archer snapped desperately.\n\nSmirking, Brandt shoved the jug of Archer’s piss in front of the coyote’s face, and simply said, “[i]Drink[/i]”.\n\nArcher sighed and stifled his sobs. He knew the bear wasn’t going to change his mind, so he didn’t even bother begging. He took the jug into his hands and held it to his muzzle, staring down into the pool of faintly yellow liquid underneath and wrinkling his nose at the smell.\n\nBrandt thrust against his bladder impatiently and Archer almost fainted from the surge of pain it sent through his body.\n\nHe took a deep, quivering breath. At least this time it was his own.\n\nArcher chugged it down. 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The coyote crumbled, cradling his stomach and bouncing atop his legs, vibrating, whispering to himself to[i] just hang on[/i], doing everything he could to keep his piss at bay.\n\nIn a cruel twist of irony, Zavoc exited his bedroom mere minutes later, and Archer found himself actually grateful to see him when the bull tossed Brandt a key. “Bring him into the bathroom”, the bull said.\n\n“Aw, but we were having such fun”, Brandt sniggered.\n\n“This’ll be more fun”, Zavoc said bluntly.\n\nArcher couldn’t help but notice the patches of dark, wet fur around Zavoc’s waist and thighs. His cock -- long, engorged and swinging between his thighs -- was slippery, and it glistened under the light. What had he been doing with Archer’s lover?\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nAfter a rough shove from Brandt, Archer stumbled into the sizeable bathroom, paws slipping and claws scraping on the black tiles. The boar and bear casually plodded into the room after him and closed the door behind them.\n\nZavoc was already here, naked, sitting on the floor and reclining against the shower wall. He looked relaxed and calm -- an arm behind his head with his elbow in the air, legs stretched across the floor, and a lazy smile on his face as he watched the coyote scramble to steady himself against the wall. He had an air of arrogant confidence that Archer could almost smell.\n\nFinn was here too, his tail wrapped around one of his legs as he sat atop one of Zavoc’s meaty thighs. The bull had an arm around him, holding him against his chunky chest. Seeing his beloved boy after their torturous night apart, Archer felt a rush of love and relief. He’d had no idea what the bull had been doing to him last night and this morning, and in dark moments it was easy to expect the worst. But Finn looked to be unharmed, at least physically. \n\nHe looked so sad, though, with a frown across his face, and he made eye contact with Archer for only a few seconds before dipping his head. It tugged on Archer’s heartstrings, and he curled his hands into fists. It was so unfair. Finn was such a lovely, sweet boy, and he didn’t deserve this. The coyote would have done anything to rescue Finn into his arms right now and protect him from his bullies. Anything. But what could he do?\n\nHe sighed heavily. His hands relaxed. Surrender came easier today than it had yesterday. He remembered his resolve to be strong and brave for his boyfriend -- to make it through this torture for however long it would last.\n\n“Mornin’ Archer. How’d you sleep?” Zavoc said insincerely.\n\nArcher glared at the bull silently.\n\nThe bull snorted. “Well I had a great night with my little cuddle buddy here”, he said, lightly stroking the boy’s chest. “He’s the best -- just so soft and curvy, isn’t he?”\n\nFinn crossed his arms unhappily.\n\n“Though…” Zavoc continued, staring Archer straight in the eyes now, “we had an even [i]better [/i]morning. [i]Loads [/i]of fun, actually. We forgot all about you, didn’t we, Finn?” His fingers traced the otter’s puffy little nipples slowly.\n\nYesterday, Finn would have told Zavoc to shut up -- the brave, spunky little thing that he was. But today, that spark wasn’t there. Finn looked nervous, confused, embarrassed, like his emotions were at war and he showed it on his face. Something had happened. Archer could sense it, and his stomach twisted as Zavoc’s grin widened.\n\n“Tell your boyfriend what we did”, the bull prompted, giving the otter a little nudge. “He deserves to know”.\n\n“I... I …” Finn fiddled with his green wristband as he blushed intensely and looked away at nothing in particular. “I squirted”.\n\nZavoc chuckled. “You squirted [i]hard[/i], kid”.\n\nIt was as though Finn’s words were a punch to the chest. Archer’s ears drooped and his mouth dropped open. He looked at the grinning bull, and in disbelief quietly said, “You didn’t…”\n\n“Fuck yeah I did”, Zavoc replied, stretching proudly. “Your boy was screaming and moaning something magical. To Archer’s side, Nakk and Brandt burst into laughter.\n\n“No way”, Brandt said, grinning viciously at Archer.\n\n“Fuck, that’s hot”, Nakk said, eyeing the kid lustfully.\n\n“That was his first time, right Arch?” Zavoc added, though he clearly already knew the answer.\n\nArcher felt a wave of sadness flood through his body that arrived at his eyes in the form of tears. He bit his lip hard to stop from breaking down. The big furs kept taunting him and laughing, but Archer didn’t hear them. His vision darkened around the edges until all he could see was Finn. His beautiful little boy. The boy he’d protected and nurtured for two years now.\n\nAll that time, Archer had repressed his own sexual urges as much as he could. At times, it had been brutally hard. Finn was so cute, so fucking sexy. He would lie awake at night in bed staring at Finn’s naked body, or he would ogle Finn’s ass while the boy was lying on the floor playing video games. He fantasised about pleasuring him, making him cum, and fucking him, and he jerked off furiously to those fantasies. \n\nBut he had made a decision to keep them as mere fantasies in order to maintain a balance between his forbidden desires and protecting Finn’s innocence. They’d messed around -- touching and cuddling naked, and Finn giving Archer oral, but that was all. Just playing. After losing both his parents when he was only seven years old, Finn had been left fragile in the coyote’s care, so Archer wanted to give the little otter at least some semblance of a normal sexual development. Despite his lust, he had refused to take full advantage of him. He wouldn’t have been able to live with the guilt. He chose to protect Finn instead.\n\nAt least, he would wait as long as he could. He’d fantasised about Finn’s first orgasm since the boy had moved in. He wanted the otter to be at least twelve or thirteen. Then they’d be in bed or on the couch -- warm, comfortable, alone. Archer would squeeze his little boy tightly and tell him how much he loved him. He’d gently explain what orgasms were and that they felt good, but they were also a very private thing between two lovers that Finn needed to keep a secret. He’d tell Finn that he wanted to make him feel good because he loved him, but that Finn would be in control while he tried, and could stop any time if he wanted to, because he wanted the boy to feel safe and to enjoy it. Then to start, he’d wrap his arms around Finn from behind and kiss him while he rubbed the boy’s cock for him. He’d kneel between Finn’s legs and gently suck him until he came for the first time. It would be slow, intimate and loving. Then they’d kiss and cuddle all night. It would be a perfect moment they would share forever.\n\nThat fantasy was all gone. Zavoc had pissed all over it. He’d stolen that experience from Finn. He’d stolen it from their relationship. He’d stolen Finn’s innocence, selfishly, for himself. Archer had resisted all this time for nothing. For no reason. He may as well have given in. In fact, he [i]should have[/i]. Now Finn’s sexual awakening belonged to the bull forever, not Archer. Finn was Archer’s lover. They belonged to each other. They should have had that experience together.\n\n“I’m sorry, Archer”, Finn said shyly. He seemed to recognise that he’d been complicit in something that had shamed the coyote as he watched the bigger furs’ reactions.\n\n“Don’t apologise!” Zavoc laughed. “You have needs like everyone else. Archer just couldn’t fulfill them. You needed a proper man”.\n\nArched sighed deeply. His body was heavy like his blood was cement. He choked back his sadness and anger and despair and knelt on the floor so he was closer to Finn’s level. “It’s okay, Finn”, he forced himself to say. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong”.\n\nFinn lifted his head slightly to look at Archer. He seemed to feel better at hearing Archer say that. But Zavoc just groaned with frustration at hearing Archer speak.\n\nArcher looked to the bull angrily. “He was too young for that”, he growled.\n\n“[i]Too young[/i]?” the bull laughed. “The mess he made on my chest says otherwise”.\n\n“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”\n\nZavoc just smirked knowingly, silently, enjoying Archer’s distress.\n\nFinn continued fiddling with his wristband, looking conflicted. “I don’t know why [i]you [/i]didn’t--”, he started to say, but Zavoc cut him off by suddenly lifting the boy’s chin and shoving his tongue into Finn’s mouth, kissing him deeply while eyeing the coyote.\n\nArcher just shook his head and sniffled back tears. “Fuck”, he breathed. He wished he could just hold his confused boy and comfort him and explain everything to him. Thanks to a crude open-mouthed kiss, he couldn’t even do that.\n\n“Aw, are you jealous Arch?” he heard Nakk snort from behind, followed by the sound of hooves clopping towards him. He expected the boar to do one of a number of things, but none were correct. Nakk leant over him, grabbed him by the head and pulled it backwards. Archer’s head smacked the boar’s fat gut and he looked up, wide-eyed, to see Nakk bending down and bringing their faces closer together. Archer threw his hands up to try to stop him at the last second, but the boar was too strong.\n\nFat fingers pried his maw open just as the ugly fucker placed his mouth over Archer’s lips and wormed his slippery tongue inside the coyote’s mouth, letting out a long moan. Archer struggled violently to free himself but he was sandwiched between the boar’s thick arms and body. His fur stuck to the obese pig’s leathery skin because Nakk was sweaty, and he could smell the boar’s stinky breath as it filled his mouth and nose, inflating his cheeks. Nakk was repulsive, moaning and breathing heavily as he violated Archer’s mouth with his fingers, tongue, and smells. He was so grossed out by the ugly pig that his body physically refused to breathe while Nakk was inside his face. When he started running out of air, he closed his muzzle as hard as he could in a final attempt to get free, biting into the boar’s knuckles.\n\nNakk gave a brief shout of pain and pulled away quickly before Archer could nip his tongue too. “Little bitch!” he grunted, smacking the coyote on the side of the head. Archer yipped and fell onto his side on the floor, but propped himself up with his arms. His cheek burned a little from the strike, but it was dulled by the satisfaction of getting a tiny bit of revenge on the boar.\n\n“That’s the kind of look like to see”, Zavoc said, watching Archer upset and hurt. “Makes my cock hard”. He and Finn had stopped kissing, though now he had a finger between Finn’s lips, playing with the inside of his mouth. \n\n“It could be even better”, Brandt said darkly.\n\nZavoc glanced up at the bear. “B, do what you do best”, he said with a wink.\n\nThe bear approached, and Archer felt Brandt’s hands hook in under his arms, lifting him to his feet. Facing each other, Brandt had a look on his face that was all too familiar to the coyote. It was a happy expression, and only one thing made Brandt happy. Archer braced for impact.\n\nBrandt punched the coyote right in the stomach. Archer stumbled back, fell against the wall, and sunk to the floor. The dull ache of the bear’s punch was compounded by the sharp pain in his swollen bladder, and Archer gripped his tummy, groaning loudly. Brandt stomped forward, and Archer looked up to see the bear’s cock semi-hard and growing, followed by a maniacal sharp-toothed grin across Brandt’s face. Archer’s fur prickled with fear sweat, and his heart pounded against his chest. \n\n“Archer!” Finn whined, hands over his mouth. He tried to wriggle out of the bull’s grasp but Zavoc refused to release him.\n\n“I’ve gotta recharge after cumming[i] so damn hard[/i] this morning, so I think we’ll just chill here and watch”, the bull said casually. “Put on a good show for us, B”.\n\nBrandt just stared down at the scared coyote, soaking in Archer’s fear. He placed his foot against Archer’s tummy and pressed. “[i]Unnnnnnggh[/i]!” the coyote groaned, instantly sweating. It felt like his stomach was going to burst. He grabbed the bear’s foot and tried to push it off himself, but Brandt was too big.\n\n“Mmm, does that hurt?” the bear teased, fat cock throbbing. “How long is it gonna be before you piss all over yourself like the pathetic little fuck you are?”\n\nTears streamed down Archer’s face. To the side of his vision he could see Zavoc forcing Finn to watch what Brandt was doing to him. “He’s so weak and useless”, the bull said into Finn’s ear, like he was narrating the scene. The shame of Finn seeing this was almost and painful as the pain itself.\n\nBrandt placed his foot back on the ground, but only so he could steady himself as he leant forward and punched Archer in the cheek. Archer fell to his side onto the floor, head spinning. After the initial shock, he slowly realised that piss was dribbling from his sheath. He hid his face in his hands and sobbed, trying to curl into a ball with the rest of his body, but there was no reprieve. Brandt grabbed him by the feet and dragged him into the middle of the room, throwing him down and forcing him to lay flat on his back.\n\nThrough teary eyes, and backlit by the bathroom light above, Brandt looked like some unnatural shadow of a demon. With a quick nod of his head, he indicated for Nakk to join in. The fat boar soon came into Archer’s vision too, and knelt down at the coyote’s feet to playfully push on the canine’s bulging tummy. “Poor little baby need to pee?” he teased, digging his fat fist into Archer’s skin. Archer kicked at the boar’s body but his paws just sunk into layers of fat.\n\nWhimpering pathetically, the coyote tried to roll to the side, but Brandt, standing next to Archer’s head, pinned him against the tiled floor with a heavy foot on his chest. Looking straight up, Archer had a very clear view of everything between Brandt’s legs -- his plump ass cheeks, big fuzzy balls, and thick cock which was now rock hard and jutting straight into the air in front of him. The coyote closed his eyes.\n\n“I have a better idea”, he heard Brandt say. But Archer didn’t open his eyes to see what the bear meant until he heard Finn squeal a moment later. He glanced downwards to see the boar gripping Finn by the shoulders, and angling him to sit down on Archer’s tummy.\n\n“Let me go!” the otter screamed, struggling, but the boar just shoved the otter downwards with a dumb happy look on his face. Finn’s round little butt slapped against Archer’s tummy, unwittingly applying all his weight to the coyote’s aching gut.\n\n“Bounce up and down like you’re riding a pony”, the boar snorted. “Or we’ll beat you”. He leant back to jerk his own cock and watch while Finn sniffled.\n\nArcher clenched his eyes shut. There was nothing he could do or say to make this any better. When Finn started bouncing obediently, his whole body tensed up with pain. Reflexively he continued struggling, tears dripping from his eyes, even though his mind knew there was no point. Both the bear and boar had him pinned in place.\n\n“Faster!” the boar giggled with enjoyment, followed by the sound of Finn being smacked on the ass.\n\n“I’m sorry!” Finn cried. \n\nArcher wanted to say that it was okay, but as the otter bounced on his tummy, all he could do was moan with pain. Sure, Finn was relatively little, but all of his weight on the coyote’s tummy was too much. The pain from his bladder to his cock intensified until his insides were fiery and numb, and Archer had started pissing before he even realised it was happening. The laughter from the three big furs was his first cue.\n\nWarmth sprayed across his waist, splashing against Finn’s back and butt before trickling down his hips and onto the floor around his naked body. At this point, the relief was more painful than pleasurable for his bruised and battered insides. Finn still dutifully bounced away, pushing it out of him and making his stream of piss surge in waves.\n\n“What a naughty little baby”, Brandt scolded, “pissing all over yourself like that. Ech”.\n\nArcher just gritted his teeth as the warmth enveloped his lower half, panting hard with pain and relief at the same time.\n\n“Remember that time Archer pissed himself after we beat him up outside the bike shed?” Zavoc said.\n\n“Heheh, oh yeah”, Nakk snorted. “That was funny”.\n\n“That was [i]hot[/i]”, Brandt added. \n\nArcher remembered too. He had to walk home dripping with his own urine, hiding his crotch with his backpack. Then he’d gotten into the shower and cried for an hour.\n\n“Man, we should have done that more often”, the bull said with a wistful tone. \n\n“We should have beaten the little fuck into a coma so he didn’t tell on Zavoc”, Brandt added darkly. He took his foot off of Archer’s chest and stood with a foot either side of coyote’s head, jerking his dick and dribbling precum. The thought of sitting up and sinking his teeth into Brandt’s ball sack flashed through Archer’s mind. But then he’d truly be beaten within an inch of his life. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes again, wishing this was over already. Slowly, his bladder was emptying, and the pain of his cramps was lessening a little bit. Meanwhile, the puddle of piss around his body was soaking into his fur and getting colder, the smell filling his nostrils. He thought about poor Finn, and wondered how grossed out the poor boy was. Above the pain and taunting, the worst thing about this was the embarrassment of Finn seeing him in such a pathetic state.\n\nBrandt took him by surprise. He didn’t realise the bear had knelt down around him until the moment the bear forced Archer’s head backwards shoved his entire fat dick into the coyote’s muzzle. Brandt grunted lustfully and crammed his dick down Archer’s throat as far as it would go with only positive regard for how much pain it caused the coyote. That pain was considerable -- being penetrated without warning or warming, and having his skull squished against the tiles underneath the bear’s mass. Brandt left a salty streak of cock lube on the coyote’s tongue, and when Archer breathed through his nose he got a strong whiff of the musk between Brandt’s legs. His head was pinned in place between the bear’s strong thighs, and all Archer could hear now was muffled laughter from the three big furs.\n\nHe also heard Brandt say, “My turn to relieve myself”. Then the bear sat still for a moment until his cock slit suddenly expanded and unleashed a torrent of piss straight down Archer’s throat. As he felt the hotness drench his insides, the coyote’s stomach hurled. Struggling in panic, still dribbling his own piss, Archer bucked his hips hard, causing Finn to tumble forward onto his chest. But Brandt didn’t budge, simply groaning with a deep sense of satisfaction before adding angrily, “Yeahhh! Fuck you, Archer!”\n\nThis was already but enough, but the bear punched Archer one more time in chest, causing him to choke and gasp for air. Instantly he snorted piss up into his nose and down into his lungs, causing everything to burn.\n\nBrandt simply repeated hatefully, “Fuck you! Fuck you!”\n\n“Fucking hell”, Zavoc laughed in amusement.\n\n“Fucking piece of shit!” the bear growled, doubling the weight he was applying against Archer’s head to cram his dick down the coyote’s face as far as possible. His ball sack enveloped the coyote’s nostrils, and when Archer tried to suck air in through his nose, he snorted nut flesh instead.\n\nThen, for a far-too-long period of time, all Archer could think about was whether he was going to suffocate or not. Brandt pissed and pissed, and his body screamed for oxygen, but all it got was piss and balls. His paws scraped against the tiles frantically, pads slapping against his puddle of piss, which still dribbled its last from his dick, and his head throbbed and spun from being punched and squished and starved of air. But still Brandt just kept pissing and swearing. Archer started to think he was actually going to suffocate.\n\nThen his mind turned to the weight sitting on his tummy. Finn. And he found a new well of focus and determination somewhere inside his heart. He quickly calmed himself to salvage an extra few seconds of his oxygen. For Finn.\n\nAt last, Brandt pulled his cock from Archer’s mouth, resting back on his haunches and sighing with satisfaction.\n\nArcher gasped hoarsely for air, his lungs stinging as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He sputtered hard and opened his eyes, though all he could see was Brandt pumping his cock in front of his eyes. There was a growl growing in the bear’s throat, and Archer knew what that meant. He quickly gulped as much new air into his lungs as possible in anticipation of his throat being plugged full of bear cock once more with an even stickier load.\n\n“Fuck, I love torturing you”, Brandt moaned, approaching orgasm, rubbing his chest and nipples with his other hand while his cock and balls throbbed. “Fuuuuuuck!”\n\nHe leant forward, and Archer reflexively opened his mouth. \n\nBut Brandt scooted forward further and dropped his ass on the coyote’s face instead. Archer’s pointed muzzle parted the bear’s sweaty, heavy butt cheeks and found a swift home against the bear’s musky asshole, while his whole face was enveloped in oven-like ass flesh. At the same time, he felt Finn’s body slap forward against his own and slide forward. He was being dragged by Brandt. “[i]Ahh[/i], no!” the otter squealed in his young little voice. But it very quickly cut out.\n\n“Mmm, fuck yeah!” the bear growled in reply, thrusting his hips forward, and grinding his ass against the coyote’s muzzle at the same time. Though he couldn’t see, Archer quickly pieced it together. He’d been expected Brandt to fuck his mouth, but the bear was raping Finn’s instead, and getting off on smushing Archer’s face against his sweaty, musky asshole at the same time.\n\nBrandt humped away quickly, his ass cheeks swinging back and forth and clapping against Archer’s cheeks in quick succession, his rear muscles tensing and squeezing the coyote’s head in time with each thrust.\n\nHe could feel Finn scrambling against his own body, digging his paws into Archer’s chest to try to push himself backwards off the bear’s cock, but going nowhere. His little lover’s fearful movements sent terrible shivers through Archer’s spine. Familiar whispers of guilt clawed at his mind. He should have been able to protect him from getting raped. But it was his fault Finn was even at Zavoc’s house in the first place. Archer’s tears soaked into the fur inside Brandt’s ass crack.\n\nThe bear’s movements grew slower yet harder, until he roared loudly and clenched his cheeks hard. His asshole painfully tightened around the tip of Archer’s nose, and the bear’s whole body shivered. “Fuuuuuuuckk! Drink my jizz you little cunt!” Brandt groaned, grinding his hips back and forth slowly, methodically riding the coyote’s face and using the otter’s throat to milk the cum from his cock until he was spent. “Grrraaaahhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! [i]Fuck yeah[/i]”. \n\nWhen the bear finally released Finn, Archer felt warm liquid splatter onto his chest where Finn’s mouth had been, as the boy started coughing and crawling back down Archer’s body and away from his rapist. Then, after bouncing his chunky ass on Archer’s head a few more times for good measure, the bear rolled backwards off the coyote, and rested against the wall, panting. “Fuck, that was good”.\n\n“[i]That was hot[/i]”, Nakk said hypnotically. Archer could hear the sloppy sounds of the boar jerking his cock. But he simply stared at the ceiling. The bathroom light seared his eyes, but he kept staring. It felt… right… to be in pain.\n\nFinn’s head appeared in front of the light as the otter crawled into his vision, looking down at him. He had cum stuck to his chin, and his face was flushed from exertion, his hair damp with a mixture of his and Brandt’s sweat. Where their bodies touched, their fur was wet from Archer’s urine. “Are you okay, Archer?” the otter panted, looking concerned.\n\nArcher looked at Finn in his sweet little green eyes, and felt nothing but shame and sadness. The coyote nodded weakly to reassure him, but he didn’t dare ask if Finn was okay in return, because his wounded heart feared it wouldn’t be able to handle the answer.\n\nWords echoed in his mind.\n\n[i]I’m gonna look after you.[/i]\n\nThey hurt to hear.\n\n\n\n[b][center][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2098523]Art[/url][/center][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



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“Archer!” Finn exclaimed, exploding into a smile. He jumped up from his pile of Lego blocks to run over and give the coyote a hug. His hair was longer back then, swinging around his shoulders. As Finn wrapped his little arms around Archer’s waist, the coyote knelt down to return the hug. His body was so soft and warm -- so little when he was only seven years old, so nice to touch and feel against his own. Archer could almost feel it now. He didn’t want to let go…

“Oh Archer, thanks so much for doing this”, Finn’s mother said breathlessly, ducking through the kitchen door for just a moment to shoot the coyote a grateful smile before rushing back to continue packing her things. Was the kitchen actually there, though? Archer couldn’t remember. He switched the kitchen to the other side of the room where it felt like it made more sense.

“I don’t know what we’d do without you!” Finn’s father called from another room. Where would that have been?

“Oh don’t mention it”, Archer said with a smile. “I always have a fun time looking after him! It’s no problem at all”. He watched the young otter bound back to his blocks, plop his butt down on the floor, and look back at the coyote expectantly while waiting for him to join in. Archer smiled as he plodded over to sit down next to his adorable little buddy.

With an excited finger, Finn began pointing out all the features of the castle he’d created with his youthfully vivid imagination. The handful of mismatched blue blocks outside the castle wall was actually a pond with all sorts of colourful fish in it. The little man with the brown stick was a powerful wizard who protected everyone in the castle. The green blocks in the wall were a secret door leading to a room underneath the castle, packed with games and unbelievable treats. That was where Finn said he lived with a proud smile.

Archer grinned in return. How could he not? Finn’s happy face was infectious. Powerful. “Oh wow! That’s so cool!” he said. The otter bounced hearing the praise.

Perhaps it was rare for him. With Finn’s parents always so busy, the boy was elated to have a chance to share his creations with someone for once. Wide-eyed and jiggling, he walked the coyote through everything he’d built and still wanted to do. He was adorable. He always had been.

Even back then, I think I had feelings for you, Archer thought. The words made his heart hurt, but he didn’t know why.

As happened so often in dreams, time swirled around him, scenes shifting seamlessly. Finn’s parents left, saying they’d be home tomorrow. Archer cooked dinner while Finn continued playing. They ate dinner on the couch, resting against each other, watching TV. Kind of.

Archer watched Finn instead. He was so cute. So happy. But the coyote had an unshakeable sick feeling in his stomach. Something was wrong. He didn’t know what. He didn’t know why. But it caused tears to trickle down his face, and he suddenly took Finn into his arms, squeezing him tightly, as though he’d lose him if he let go.

Finn hugged him back, giggling happily. Innocent. Unaware of his pain.

There was a knock on the door. Archer answered.

“Hi there”, the dog, the policeman, said. He had a sickeningly sorrowful look across his face. “I’m sorry to disturb you at this time of night…”

Archer’s heart sank, and his old life sank with it.

Hours had followed, but Archer had never remembered them well, and his mind didn’t bother filling in the blanks now. The policeman was gone. Archer cradled Finn in his arms as the orphan wailed. He had entered Finn’s house as a babysitter and he would leave as a guardian.

“You’re okay”, he soothed, patting the boy’s long hair. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna look after you”.

Finn screamed and cried.

“I’m gonna look after you”, Archer said. “I’m gonna look after you”.

The words repeated over and over, echoing in his mind.

I’m gonna look after you.

But each time they repeated, they grew quieter, and Finn’s devastated, hopeless crying grew louder and louder until Archer could feel the vibrations in his heart. He desperately wanted to make it all better, but there was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could do.

Finn’s cries shook the world until it came tumbling down around him, the agonising ripples of his misery echoing in the endless dark. And Archer was weak. Hopeless. Powerless to help the boy he loved.

Archer woke with a start, clutching his chest where his heart was racing. Slumped against the wall where he’d slept, he groaned and stretched, feeling his back ache while he clicked his bones, opening his eyes slowly.

His ears pricked -- he could still hear Finn’s wailing. It wasn’t part of the dream. It was reality. He could hear it coming through Zavoc’s bedroom door.

“Unnnngh! Ahhhhh-uhhhh!”

Archer rubbed the sleepiness away from his face with a weak hand, and started to look around the room, trying to regain his bearings. Everything was unfamiliar and clouded by sleep, but when he noticed the two fat furs sleeping on couches nearby, it all came back to him.

“Fuck”, he said under his breath. “No, no, no”. He relived the day before in a flash. The cafe. Running into Zavoc. Bringing Finn to Zavoc’s house. Playing games. Zavoc revealing the truth. Brandt and Nakk coming over. Then the both of them -- Archer and Finn -- getting used over and over. Cocks. Cum. Piss. Rape. Tears.

The coyote’s heart started racing as he remembered what danger they were in. He could hear Finn wailing and swearing from Zavoc’s bedroom, and he instinctively moved to jump up and go help him, but when he went to swing his leg around, something caught it and held it back. Looking over his shoulder in confusion, he saw the handcuffs Zavoc had used to tie his ankle to the couch.

“Fuck, oh fuck”, he whimpered, burying his face in his hands. The reality came crashing down upon him, and he pulled his knees in close against his body so he could hide his muzzle against them, struggling to hold back tears. “What have I done?” He was stuck here. Finn was at the evil bull’s mercy and there was nothing Archer could do about it.

His stomach cramped hard. He held it with a hand, and mournfully noticed the empty jug of water sitting on the floor next to him, alongside the empty pizza box. His belly was taut and bulging. He needed to pee so bad now, but he’d had no opportunity. He glanced around the room in a futile attempt at finding something to free himself with. But found nothing at all. He had to wait to be freed. And the other two furs in the room were probably better left sleeping.

Brandt was sleeping sideways on a couch, his sizeable, bulky body rising and falling slowly with each breath. The dark grey bear was naked, his cock semi-hard and resting against the couch cushions. He twitched every now and then and mumbled quietly. He must have been dreaming. He had a cruel scowl on his face that seemed to be his default expression.

Nakk was sleeping upright, lying back in a recliner, head fallen backwards and mouth open. He snored loudly and roughly, as though each breath of air had to fight its way down his fat throat. His fat gut rippled with each snort of air. Underneath that, the head of his cock was just barely visible between his thick thighs.

Across from Archer, light was streaming in underneath the closed curtains. It was the cold, pale kind of light of an overcast day. The coyote took a deep, trembling breath, and tried to reassure himself that everything would be okay, but the words fell flat and lifeless no matter how many times he said them. All he could do was wait, swimming in hopelessness and dread like a sailor lost at sea. Why was he so pathetic?

Eventually it occurred to him he could pee into the empty jug. As soon as he had the idea, he grabbed it and stumbled to his feet, holding it underneath his cock. Piss started gushing from his cock instantly, alleviating the painful pressure in his bladder, and he let out a long, quiet sigh. But the sound of the liquid splashing inside the glass stirred Brandt from his slumber, and the bear blinked a few times before groaning and sitting up.

Archer tried to ignore the bear so as not to antagonise him in any way, but Brandt slowly got up from the couch and plodded over anyway, stopping right in front of him. He eclipsed all the light from the window and covered the coyote in his shadow. Archer meekly avoided eye contact and continued looking down at the jug he was filling

Brandt grabbed the rim of the jug firmly. “Be sure you don’t piss on Zavoc’s carpet”, he said darkly. “He’ll fuckin kill you”.

“Please, don’t”, Archer whimpered, with an idea of what the bear was about to do. His bladder was still aching, bursting from all the water, cum, and piss he’d drank yesterday. He needed relief so badly.

The bear wrenched the jug away from him.

Archer’s knees buckled and he whimpered woefully as he clenched his entire urinary system to stop the flow of his urine, catching the rest of his mid-flow stream in his hands to stop it from splattering onto the bull’s carpet as it turned to a dribble. Pain shot through his cock and into his bladder as he forced their functions to a grinding halt, despite his body begging him to continue. He reached for the jug weakly but Brandt just moved it further away and leered right in the coyote’s face, baring his sharp teeth. “Poor baby”, Brandt said in a sarcastically soft voice.

“Please”, Archer pleaded, sobbing pathetically.

“Mm-nnn”, Brandt said dismissively, shaking his head, stepping forward and pushing the coyote against the wall with his huge, bulky mass. It was then that Archer noticed a hardness digging against his aching stomach. Brandt’s thick erection.

“Stop. No!” he squealed. But Brandt pressed their bodies against each other even harder, now digging his cock right into Archer’s gut and crushing the coyote’s bladder with his hard dick. The floodgates threatened to give way once more from the terrible pressure, and Archer groaned with distress, pressing back against the bear’s stomach with his piss-damp paws but getting nowhere.

The bear just chuckled in his face. “Ah fuck… do you know how much I love watching you suffer?” he said, grinding his hardness against the poor coyote’s tummy and staring deep into his eyes.

“Unnngggghhh”, Archer wailed. He could feel piss being forced out of him and dribbling from his cock onto his foot paws, and he was sweating profusely from the sheer physiological effort it was taking him to refrain from spraying all over the floor. But the bear was right. If he peed on Zavoc’s carpet he’d be in for a world of further pain.

“Tell you what”, the bear said slowly, taking his comfortable time. “I’ll stop on one condition”.

“What?” Archer snapped desperately.

Smirking, Brandt shoved the jug of Archer’s piss in front of the coyote’s face, and simply said, “Drink”.

Archer sighed and stifled his sobs. He knew the bear wasn’t going to change his mind, so he didn’t even bother begging. He took the jug into his hands and held it to his muzzle, staring down into the pool of faintly yellow liquid underneath and wrinkling his nose at the smell.

Brandt thrust against his bladder impatiently and Archer almost fainted from the surge of pain it sent through his body.

He took a deep, quivering breath. At least this time it was his own.

Archer chugged it down. As the sour liquid filled his mouth, throat, and insides, applying even more pressure to his bladder, he kept reminding himself it would buy himself relief in just a moment.

“Fuck you’re pathetic”, Brandt laughed as he simply watched.

If I were bigger and stronger I’d beat you to death, Archer thought angrily.

But he wasn’t. He was just a skinny little coyote drinking a jug of his own piss.

When he reached the bottom, Brandt took a step back. Archer gasped for air -- he’d downed the whole lot in one go to get it over with quickly -- before quickly moving the jug down to his cock once more so he could finally relieve himself.

But, of course, Brandt snatched it off him. “I said I’d stop with the grinding”, he snorted. “I’m not gonna let you have this back”.

“Fuck!” Archer wailed, falling to his knees while Brandt wandered back to the couch to chill, jug in hand. The coyote crumbled, cradling his stomach and bouncing atop his legs, vibrating, whispering to himself to just hang on, doing everything he could to keep his piss at bay.

In a cruel twist of irony, Zavoc exited his bedroom mere minutes later, and Archer found himself actually grateful to see him when the bull tossed Brandt a key. “Bring him into the bathroom”, the bull said.

“Aw, but we were having such fun”, Brandt sniggered.

“This’ll be more fun”, Zavoc said bluntly.

Archer couldn’t help but notice the patches of dark, wet fur around Zavoc’s waist and thighs. His cock -- long, engorged and swinging between his thighs -- was slippery, and it glistened under the light. What had he been doing with Archer’s lover?

* * *


After a rough shove from Brandt, Archer stumbled into the sizeable bathroom, paws slipping and claws scraping on the black tiles. The boar and bear casually plodded into the room after him and closed the door behind them.

Zavoc was already here, naked, sitting on the floor and reclining against the shower wall. He looked relaxed and calm -- an arm behind his head with his elbow in the air, legs stretched across the floor, and a lazy smile on his face as he watched the coyote scramble to steady himself against the wall. He had an air of arrogant confidence that Archer could almost smell.

Finn was here too, his tail wrapped around one of his legs as he sat atop one of Zavoc’s meaty thighs. The bull had an arm around him, holding him against his chunky chest. Seeing his beloved boy after their torturous night apart, Archer felt a rush of love and relief. He’d had no idea what the bull had been doing to him last night and this morning, and in dark moments it was easy to expect the worst. But Finn looked to be unharmed, at least physically.

He looked so sad, though, with a frown across his face, and he made eye contact with Archer for only a few seconds before dipping his head. It tugged on Archer’s heartstrings, and he curled his hands into fists. It was so unfair. Finn was such a lovely, sweet boy, and he didn’t deserve this. The coyote would have done anything to rescue Finn into his arms right now and protect him from his bullies. Anything. But what could he do?

He sighed heavily. His hands relaxed. Surrender came easier today than it had yesterday. He remembered his resolve to be strong and brave for his boyfriend -- to make it through this torture for however long it would last.

“Mornin’ Archer. How’d you sleep?” Zavoc said insincerely.

Archer glared at the bull silently.

The bull snorted. “Well I had a great night with my little cuddle buddy here”, he said, lightly stroking the boy’s chest. “He’s the best -- just so soft and curvy, isn’t he?”

Finn crossed his arms unhappily.

“Though…” Zavoc continued, staring Archer straight in the eyes now, “we had an even better morning. Loads of fun, actually. We forgot all about you, didn’t we, Finn?” His fingers traced the otter’s puffy little nipples slowly.

Yesterday, Finn would have told Zavoc to shut up -- the brave, spunky little thing that he was. But today, that spark wasn’t there. Finn looked nervous, confused, embarrassed, like his emotions were at war and he showed it on his face. Something had happened. Archer could sense it, and his stomach twisted as Zavoc’s grin widened.

“Tell your boyfriend what we did”, the bull prompted, giving the otter a little nudge. “He deserves to know”.

“I... I …” Finn fiddled with his green wristband as he blushed intensely and looked away at nothing in particular. “I squirted”.

Zavoc chuckled. “You squirted hard, kid”.

It was as though Finn’s words were a punch to the chest. Archer’s ears drooped and his mouth dropped open. He looked at the grinning bull, and in disbelief quietly said, “You didn’t…”

“Fuck yeah I did”, Zavoc replied, stretching proudly. “Your boy was screaming and moaning something magical. To Archer’s side, Nakk and Brandt burst into laughter.

“No way”, Brandt said, grinning viciously at Archer.

“Fuck, that’s hot”, Nakk said, eyeing the kid lustfully.

“That was his first time, right Arch?” Zavoc added, though he clearly already knew the answer.

Archer felt a wave of sadness flood through his body that arrived at his eyes in the form of tears. He bit his lip hard to stop from breaking down. The big furs kept taunting him and laughing, but Archer didn’t hear them. His vision darkened around the edges until all he could see was Finn. His beautiful little boy. The boy he’d protected and nurtured for two years now.

All that time, Archer had repressed his own sexual urges as much as he could. At times, it had been brutally hard. Finn was so cute, so fucking sexy. He would lie awake at night in bed staring at Finn’s naked body, or he would ogle Finn’s ass while the boy was lying on the floor playing video games. He fantasised about pleasuring him, making him cum, and fucking him, and he jerked off furiously to those fantasies.

But he had made a decision to keep them as mere fantasies in order to maintain a balance between his forbidden desires and protecting Finn’s innocence. They’d messed around -- touching and cuddling naked, and Finn giving Archer oral, but that was all. Just playing. After losing both his parents when he was only seven years old, Finn had been left fragile in the coyote’s care, so Archer wanted to give the little otter at least some semblance of a normal sexual development. Despite his lust, he had refused to take full advantage of him. He wouldn’t have been able to live with the guilt. He chose to protect Finn instead.

At least, he would wait as long as he could. He’d fantasised about Finn’s first orgasm since the boy had moved in. He wanted the otter to be at least twelve or thirteen. Then they’d be in bed or on the couch -- warm, comfortable, alone. Archer would squeeze his little boy tightly and tell him how much he loved him. He’d gently explain what orgasms were and that they felt good, but they were also a very private thing between two lovers that Finn needed to keep a secret. He’d tell Finn that he wanted to make him feel good because he loved him, but that Finn would be in control while he tried, and could stop any time if he wanted to, because he wanted the boy to feel safe and to enjoy it. Then to start, he’d wrap his arms around Finn from behind and kiss him while he rubbed the boy’s cock for him. He’d kneel between Finn’s legs and gently suck him until he came for the first time. It would be slow, intimate and loving. Then they’d kiss and cuddle all night. It would be a perfect moment they would share forever.

That fantasy was all gone. Zavoc had pissed all over it. He’d stolen that experience from Finn. He’d stolen it from their relationship. He’d stolen Finn’s innocence, selfishly, for himself. Archer had resisted all this time for nothing. For no reason. He may as well have given in. In fact, he should have. Now Finn’s sexual awakening belonged to the bull forever, not Archer. Finn was Archer’s lover. They belonged to each other. They should have had that experience together.

“I’m sorry, Archer”, Finn said shyly. He seemed to recognise that he’d been complicit in something that had shamed the coyote as he watched the bigger furs’ reactions.

“Don’t apologise!” Zavoc laughed. “You have needs like everyone else. Archer just couldn’t fulfill them. You needed a proper man”.

Arched sighed deeply. His body was heavy like his blood was cement. He choked back his sadness and anger and despair and knelt on the floor so he was closer to Finn’s level. “It’s okay, Finn”, he forced himself to say. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong”.

Finn lifted his head slightly to look at Archer. He seemed to feel better at hearing Archer say that. But Zavoc just groaned with frustration at hearing Archer speak.

Archer looked to the bull angrily. “He was too young for that”, he growled.

“Too young?” the bull laughed. “The mess he made on my chest says otherwise”.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

Zavoc just smirked knowingly, silently, enjoying Archer’s distress.

Finn continued fiddling with his wristband, looking conflicted. “I don’t know why you didn’t--”, he started to say, but Zavoc cut him off by suddenly lifting the boy’s chin and shoving his tongue into Finn’s mouth, kissing him deeply while eyeing the coyote.

Archer just shook his head and sniffled back tears. “Fuck”, he breathed. He wished he could just hold his confused boy and comfort him and explain everything to him. Thanks to a crude open-mouthed kiss, he couldn’t even do that.

“Aw, are you jealous Arch?” he heard Nakk snort from behind, followed by the sound of hooves clopping towards him. He expected the boar to do one of a number of things, but none were correct. Nakk leant over him, grabbed him by the head and pulled it backwards. Archer’s head smacked the boar’s fat gut and he looked up, wide-eyed, to see Nakk bending down and bringing their faces closer together. Archer threw his hands up to try to stop him at the last second, but the boar was too strong.

Fat fingers pried his maw open just as the ugly fucker placed his mouth over Archer’s lips and wormed his slippery tongue inside the coyote’s mouth, letting out a long moan. Archer struggled violently to free himself but he was sandwiched between the boar’s thick arms and body. His fur stuck to the obese pig’s leathery skin because Nakk was sweaty, and he could smell the boar’s stinky breath as it filled his mouth and nose, inflating his cheeks. Nakk was repulsive, moaning and breathing heavily as he violated Archer’s mouth with his fingers, tongue, and smells. He was so grossed out by the ugly pig that his body physically refused to breathe while Nakk was inside his face. When he started running out of air, he closed his muzzle as hard as he could in a final attempt to get free, biting into the boar’s knuckles.

Nakk gave a brief shout of pain and pulled away quickly before Archer could nip his tongue too. “Little bitch!” he grunted, smacking the coyote on the side of the head. Archer yipped and fell onto his side on the floor, but propped himself up with his arms. His cheek burned a little from the strike, but it was dulled by the satisfaction of getting a tiny bit of revenge on the boar.

“That’s the kind of look like to see”, Zavoc said, watching Archer upset and hurt. “Makes my cock hard”. He and Finn had stopped kissing, though now he had a finger between Finn’s lips, playing with the inside of his mouth.

“It could be even better”, Brandt said darkly.

Zavoc glanced up at the bear. “B, do what you do best”, he said with a wink.

The bear approached, and Archer felt Brandt’s hands hook in under his arms, lifting him to his feet. Facing each other, Brandt had a look on his face that was all too familiar to the coyote. It was a happy expression, and only one thing made Brandt happy. Archer braced for impact.

Brandt punched the coyote right in the stomach. Archer stumbled back, fell against the wall, and sunk to the floor. The dull ache of the bear’s punch was compounded by the sharp pain in his swollen bladder, and Archer gripped his tummy, groaning loudly. Brandt stomped forward, and Archer looked up to see the bear’s cock semi-hard and growing, followed by a maniacal sharp-toothed grin across Brandt’s face. Archer’s fur prickled with fear sweat, and his heart pounded against his chest.

“Archer!” Finn whined, hands over his mouth. He tried to wriggle out of the bull’s grasp but Zavoc refused to release him.

“I’ve gotta recharge after cumming so damn hard this morning, so I think we’ll just chill here and watch”, the bull said casually. “Put on a good show for us, B”.

Brandt just stared down at the scared coyote, soaking in Archer’s fear. He placed his foot against Archer’s tummy and pressed. “Unnnnnnggh!” the coyote groaned, instantly sweating. It felt like his stomach was going to burst. He grabbed the bear’s foot and tried to push it off himself, but Brandt was too big.

“Mmm, does that hurt?” the bear teased, fat cock throbbing. “How long is it gonna be before you piss all over yourself like the pathetic little fuck you are?”

Tears streamed down Archer’s face. To the side of his vision he could see Zavoc forcing Finn to watch what Brandt was doing to him. “He’s so weak and useless”, the bull said into Finn’s ear, like he was narrating the scene. The shame of Finn seeing this was almost and painful as the pain itself.

Brandt placed his foot back on the ground, but only so he could steady himself as he leant forward and punched Archer in the cheek. Archer fell to his side onto the floor, head spinning. After the initial shock, he slowly realised that piss was dribbling from his sheath. He hid his face in his hands and sobbed, trying to curl into a ball with the rest of his body, but there was no reprieve. Brandt grabbed him by the feet and dragged him into the middle of the room, throwing him down and forcing him to lay flat on his back.

Through teary eyes, and backlit by the bathroom light above, Brandt looked like some unnatural shadow of a demon. With a quick nod of his head, he indicated for Nakk to join in. The fat boar soon came into Archer’s vision too, and knelt down at the coyote’s feet to playfully push on the canine’s bulging tummy. “Poor little baby need to pee?” he teased, digging his fat fist into Archer’s skin. Archer kicked at the boar’s body but his paws just sunk into layers of fat.

Whimpering pathetically, the coyote tried to roll to the side, but Brandt, standing next to Archer’s head, pinned him against the tiled floor with a heavy foot on his chest. Looking straight up, Archer had a very clear view of everything between Brandt’s legs -- his plump ass cheeks, big fuzzy balls, and thick cock which was now rock hard and jutting straight into the air in front of him. The coyote closed his eyes.

“I have a better idea”, he heard Brandt say. But Archer didn’t open his eyes to see what the bear meant until he heard Finn squeal a moment later. He glanced downwards to see the boar gripping Finn by the shoulders, and angling him to sit down on Archer’s tummy.

“Let me go!” the otter screamed, struggling, but the boar just shoved the otter downwards with a dumb happy look on his face. Finn’s round little butt slapped against Archer’s tummy, unwittingly applying all his weight to the coyote’s aching gut.

“Bounce up and down like you’re riding a pony”, the boar snorted. “Or we’ll beat you”. He leant back to jerk his own cock and watch while Finn sniffled.

Archer clenched his eyes shut. There was nothing he could do or say to make this any better. When Finn started bouncing obediently, his whole body tensed up with pain. Reflexively he continued struggling, tears dripping from his eyes, even though his mind knew there was no point. Both the bear and boar had him pinned in place.

“Faster!” the boar giggled with enjoyment, followed by the sound of Finn being smacked on the ass.

“I’m sorry!” Finn cried.

Archer wanted to say that it was okay, but as the otter bounced on his tummy, all he could do was moan with pain. Sure, Finn was relatively little, but all of his weight on the coyote’s tummy was too much. The pain from his bladder to his cock intensified until his insides were fiery and numb, and Archer had started pissing before he even realised it was happening. The laughter from the three big furs was his first cue.

Warmth sprayed across his waist, splashing against Finn’s back and butt before trickling down his hips and onto the floor around his naked body. At this point, the relief was more painful than pleasurable for his bruised and battered insides. Finn still dutifully bounced away, pushing it out of him and making his stream of piss surge in waves.

“What a naughty little baby”, Brandt scolded, “pissing all over yourself like that. Ech”.

Archer just gritted his teeth as the warmth enveloped his lower half, panting hard with pain and relief at the same time.

“Remember that time Archer pissed himself after we beat him up outside the bike shed?” Zavoc said.

“Heheh, oh yeah”, Nakk snorted. “That was funny”.

“That was hot”, Brandt added.

Archer remembered too. He had to walk home dripping with his own urine, hiding his crotch with his backpack. Then he’d gotten into the shower and cried for an hour.

“Man, we should have done that more often”, the bull said with a wistful tone.

“We should have beaten the little fuck into a coma so he didn’t tell on Zavoc”, Brandt added darkly. He took his foot off of Archer’s chest and stood with a foot either side of coyote’s head, jerking his dick and dribbling precum. The thought of sitting up and sinking his teeth into Brandt’s ball sack flashed through Archer’s mind. But then he’d truly be beaten within an inch of his life. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes again, wishing this was over already. Slowly, his bladder was emptying, and the pain of his cramps was lessening a little bit. Meanwhile, the puddle of piss around his body was soaking into his fur and getting colder, the smell filling his nostrils. He thought about poor Finn, and wondered how grossed out the poor boy was. Above the pain and taunting, the worst thing about this was the embarrassment of Finn seeing him in such a pathetic state.

Brandt took him by surprise. He didn’t realise the bear had knelt down around him until the moment the bear forced Archer’s head backwards shoved his entire fat dick into the coyote’s muzzle. Brandt grunted lustfully and crammed his dick down Archer’s throat as far as it would go with only positive regard for how much pain it caused the coyote. That pain was considerable -- being penetrated without warning or warming, and having his skull squished against the tiles underneath the bear’s mass. Brandt left a salty streak of cock lube on the coyote’s tongue, and when Archer breathed through his nose he got a strong whiff of the musk between Brandt’s legs. His head was pinned in place between the bear’s strong thighs, and all Archer could hear now was muffled laughter from the three big furs.

He also heard Brandt say, “My turn to relieve myself”. Then the bear sat still for a moment until his cock slit suddenly expanded and unleashed a torrent of piss straight down Archer’s throat. As he felt the hotness drench his insides, the coyote’s stomach hurled. Struggling in panic, still dribbling his own piss, Archer bucked his hips hard, causing Finn to tumble forward onto his chest. But Brandt didn’t budge, simply groaning with a deep sense of satisfaction before adding angrily, “Yeahhh! Fuck you, Archer!”

This was already but enough, but the bear punched Archer one more time in chest, causing him to choke and gasp for air. Instantly he snorted piss up into his nose and down into his lungs, causing everything to burn.

Brandt simply repeated hatefully, “Fuck you! Fuck you!”

“Fucking hell”, Zavoc laughed in amusement.

“Fucking piece of shit!” the bear growled, doubling the weight he was applying against Archer’s head to cram his dick down the coyote’s face as far as possible. His ball sack enveloped the coyote’s nostrils, and when Archer tried to suck air in through his nose, he snorted nut flesh instead.

Then, for a far-too-long period of time, all Archer could think about was whether he was going to suffocate or not. Brandt pissed and pissed, and his body screamed for oxygen, but all it got was piss and balls. His paws scraped against the tiles frantically, pads slapping against his puddle of piss, which still dribbled its last from his dick, and his head throbbed and spun from being punched and squished and starved of air. But still Brandt just kept pissing and swearing. Archer started to think he was actually going to suffocate.

Then his mind turned to the weight sitting on his tummy. Finn. And he found a new well of focus and determination somewhere inside his heart. He quickly calmed himself to salvage an extra few seconds of his oxygen. For Finn.

At last, Brandt pulled his cock from Archer’s mouth, resting back on his haunches and sighing with satisfaction.

Archer gasped hoarsely for air, his lungs stinging as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He sputtered hard and opened his eyes, though all he could see was Brandt pumping his cock in front of his eyes. There was a growl growing in the bear’s throat, and Archer knew what that meant. He quickly gulped as much new air into his lungs as possible in anticipation of his throat being plugged full of bear cock once more with an even stickier load.

“Fuck, I love torturing you”, Brandt moaned, approaching orgasm, rubbing his chest and nipples with his other hand while his cock and balls throbbed. “Fuuuuuuck!”

He leant forward, and Archer reflexively opened his mouth.

But Brandt scooted forward further and dropped his ass on the coyote’s face instead. Archer’s pointed muzzle parted the bear’s sweaty, heavy butt cheeks and found a swift home against the bear’s musky asshole, while his whole face was enveloped in oven-like ass flesh. At the same time, he felt Finn’s body slap forward against his own and slide forward. He was being dragged by Brandt. “Ahh, no!” the otter squealed in his young little voice. But it very quickly cut out.

“Mmm, fuck yeah!” the bear growled in reply, thrusting his hips forward, and grinding his ass against the coyote’s muzzle at the same time. Though he couldn’t see, Archer quickly pieced it together. He’d been expected Brandt to fuck his mouth, but the bear was raping Finn’s instead, and getting off on smushing Archer’s face against his sweaty, musky asshole at the same time.

Brandt humped away quickly, his ass cheeks swinging back and forth and clapping against Archer’s cheeks in quick succession, his rear muscles tensing and squeezing the coyote’s head in time with each thrust.

He could feel Finn scrambling against his own body, digging his paws into Archer’s chest to try to push himself backwards off the bear’s cock, but going nowhere. His little lover’s fearful movements sent terrible shivers through Archer’s spine. Familiar whispers of guilt clawed at his mind. He should have been able to protect him from getting raped. But it was his fault Finn was even at Zavoc’s house in the first place. Archer’s tears soaked into the fur inside Brandt’s ass crack.

The bear’s movements grew slower yet harder, until he roared loudly and clenched his cheeks hard. His asshole painfully tightened around the tip of Archer’s nose, and the bear’s whole body shivered. “Fuuuuuuuckk! Drink my jizz you little cunt!” Brandt groaned, grinding his hips back and forth slowly, methodically riding the coyote’s face and using the otter’s throat to milk the cum from his cock until he was spent. “Grrraaaahhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck yeah”.

When the bear finally released Finn, Archer felt warm liquid splatter onto his chest where Finn’s mouth had been, as the boy started coughing and crawling back down Archer’s body and away from his rapist. Then, after bouncing his chunky ass on Archer’s head a few more times for good measure, the bear rolled backwards off the coyote, and rested against the wall, panting. “Fuck, that was good”.

“That was hot”, Nakk said hypnotically. Archer could hear the sloppy sounds of the boar jerking his cock. But he simply stared at the ceiling. The bathroom light seared his eyes, but he kept staring. It felt… right… to be in pain.

Finn’s head appeared in front of the light as the otter crawled into his vision, looking down at him. He had cum stuck to his chin, and his face was flushed from exertion, his hair damp with a mixture of his and Brandt’s sweat. Where their bodies touched, their fur was wet from Archer’s urine. “Are you okay, Archer?” the otter panted, looking concerned.

Archer looked at Finn in his sweet little green eyes, and felt nothing but shame and sadness. The coyote nodded weakly to reassure him, but he didn’t dare ask if Finn was okay in return, because his wounded heart feared it wouldn’t be able to handle the answer.

Words echoed in his mind.

I’m gonna look after you.

They hurt to hear.



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