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He couldn’t think of a single thing. He looked into Finn’s miserable green eyes and felt no sense of hope well inside him, only failure, amongst emptiness. The spark of determination that had flared within him last night before he fell asleep was now only dampened by Finn’s sadness, reminding him that no matter he wanted, he was still smaller and weaker than his bullies, and he and Finn were both at the mercy of the other three. \n\nArcher didn’t know what the others were going to do, or for how long. He couldn’t tell Finn that everything would be okay in the end, because he didn’t know that they would be. He didn’t know if one of the big furs was going to cripple him or break his limbs or smash his face. He didn’t know if they were going to kill him. He didn’t know if they were going to do the same to Finn. 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He could hear Zavoc still chuckling under his breath, though Finn just watched Archer’s eyes intently, searching for an answer. Swallowing hard, the coyote admitted, “Yes. They’re a lot bigger than me”.\n\n“And stronger”, Nakk added.\n\n“Smarter”, Brandt offered.\n\n“Sexier”, Zavoc growled. The trio laughed.\n\nFinn nodded quietly, sadly, but he didn’t seem surprised.\n\nArcher placed their foreheads together so their noses were touching. “I’m sorry. I wish I could stop them”.\n\nFinn broke eye contact. “Me too”, he said, pulling away slightly, his breath stinking of cum.. \n\nSince Zavoc had unleashed his cock alongside his plan, Archer had been cursing himself for his stupidity and weakness, sinking into a pit of self-loathing. He was not only Finn’s lover, but his guardian too, and he had failed in both those roles. He knew that. But now, maybe Finn was starting to realise it too. \n\nTears welled up in Archer’s eyes.\n\n“Aww, don’t be upset”, he heard Nakk snort. 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The bull dropped to his knees, either side of Archer’s head, and sat down on his legs while holding his cock in his hand. Finn took the chance to scoot down and slide off Archer’s body, and he tried to slip away to the corner of the room, but Zavoc grabbed him with his other hand and held him in place. “Nuh-uh”, he said. Finn grumbled with unease.\n\n“Ready?” Nakk said, sounding impatient.\n\n“Just a sec”, the bull replied. He looked down at Archer, holding his cock against his stomach in one hand, and grasping Finn by the arm with the other, and smiled. “See you later”. He released his cock and the meaty thing flopped down with a smack on top of the coyote. His fuzzy ball sack squished around Archer’s face with a hot churning testicle atop each eye socket, forming a hot, fleshy, musky prison around Archer’s head, while his engorged dick extended from tip of the coyote’s muzzle to his chest. “Ready”, the bull snorted, still holding Finn in place on top of Archer as well.\n\nBefore the coyote could even struggle, Nakk started moving, and Archer froze from what he felt -- his eyes would have been wide open in fear, were they not smushed by balls. The boar leant forward, resting his round, heavy gut on Archer’s own stomach, and pressed his thick cock against the opening of Archer’s sheath. Reflexively, Archer groaned and squirmed with panic, but he was utterly pinned in place and his noises were muffled by the bull’s junk.\n\n“This is all your little sissy dick’s good for”, Nakk grunted angrily. Then he thrust his hips and penetrated Archer’s sheath with his fat penis, stretching the skin with his larger thickness. “Fuck yeaaahhhh! That’s fuckin good!” he squealed while he pushed forward even deeper. \n\nInside Archer’s sheath, Nakk’s cock collided with the coyote’s own -- hidden like a scared animal inside its den. It was forced to the side as the boar penetrated even further, finally bottoming out against Archer’s internal skin. But the boar didn’t sense the limit, and continued humping and pushing into his sheath anyway, sending dull pains rippling throughout Archer’s body from his groin. Nakk quickly picked up speed, his heavy mass coming down again and again with deep, hard thrusts as he used the coyote’s cock-hole.\n\n“Hoooooolyyy shittt”, Zavoc said slowly, sounding impressed. “Nice idea, you fat fuck”.\n\nArcher desperately tried to wrench himself free from the torture, gritting his teeth, hardly able to breathe, lungs filling with the scent of bull. Every hammering thrust from Nakk was worse and worse as the boar fucked him, throwing his hefty weight into the sheath-fuck. It was a sickening feeling unlike anything the coyote had experienced before. Archer had never felt so physically violated, so mentally emasculated, and he wanted to throw up and cry and scream. His whole body trembled and his limbs slapped and scraped against the bathroom tiles and beat against Zavoc’s thighs. All for nothing.\n\nAbove him, Nakk just grunted lustfully, slobbering, “Ah fuck yeah. It actually feels… [i]nnngh[/i]… pretty good! Fucking… warm. Tight. [i]Yeaahhh… Mnnngh[/i]”. His fat cock grinded against Archer’s, dwarfing it and squishing it out of the way as he made room for his own to hammer the walls of the coyote’s sheath.\n\n“I’ve never seen you with so much energy”, Zavoc laughed. Adding to his tremendous misery, Archer could feel the bull start to use Finn’s mouth to get off by grinding back and forth on top of his face, listening to Finn sputter and choke at the same time. His swollen balls jiggled and twitched happily against Archer’s face.\n\nNakk was in his own world of pent-up pleasure, having been jerking his fat dick the whole time Brandt was using the pair of lovers early. He leant forward on his arms to steady himself while he fucked Archer, squishing air out of the coyote’s body with his fat gut. “Ungh... fuckin... nice... shit”, he grunted, snorting in air through his throat in between each breathy word.\n\nAfter a few minutes, Nakk slowed down to a near halt for a moment. Archer assumed the obese pig was simply catching his breath… until he heard the boar let out a long, deep groan. “[i]Fuuuuuuuuccck[/i]”.\n\nHotness flooded Archer’s sheath in an instant, filling it from the bottom to the tip and coating the coyote’s penis before spurting out the top around Nakk’s cock. He was pissing hard. “[i]Nnnooooo[/i]!” Archer tried to scream as he felt his private area bloat sickeningly. His body heaved with sobs and his limbs wiggled and quivered against the pissy floor as they tried their best to get traction and free him from the intolerable sensation.\n\nZavoc grunted, “Go on, keep struggling, Arch. The vibrations feel real good against my balls, [i]mmm[/i]”. He slowly humped forwards and backwards into Finn’s mouth as his testicles rolled around, caressing Archer’s cheeks through his hairy sack.\n\n“You’re a dumb fuck, Nakk”, Brandt commented with amusement. “But you can do some sick and twisted shit when you put your mind to it”.\n\n“I’ve been saving that up for so... fuckin... long”, the boar panted, heavily sighing with relief. With a playful snort, he used his fingers to close Archer’s sheath around his cock, causing his piss to inflate the coyote’s cock-cave and cause painful pressure in places Archer didn’t even know he could feel things. When it got too much, it sprayed out in bursts like a fountain, splashing onto Archer’s waist and dribbling down his waist and balls to mix with the coyote’s own piss already around him.\n\nFinally, the pressure stopped building as Nakk’s urine stopped flowing, but there was no relief. Archer’s cock was still submerged in piss as the boar started humping into the sloshy hole once more. As Nakk’s cock returned to full hardness and stabbed against Archer’s insides, it sent squirts of pee out with each thrust.\n\n“I love seeing the little cunt get his little cunt used”, Zavoc teased. He was showing it too. Beyond the bull starting to grunt more regularly, Archer could feel Zavoc’s balls tightening and twitching against his face, while he grinded the fleshy throbbing underside of his penis against Archer’s muzzle. He was getting close to orgasm, and Nakk was too.\n\n“[i]Fuuuuuckk[/i]!” Nakk roared. Squealing, grunting, snorting, and making all sorts of other gross noises, he fell forward on top of Archer, their wet-furred hips slapping against each other as he hammered Archer internally harder than before. “[i]Guhhhhhhhhh[/i]! [i]Yeaahhhh[/i]!” Archer whimpered pitifully as he felt another explosion of warmth around his cock. As the boar filled the coyote’s sheath with cum like it was nothing but a fuck-hole, rather than Archer’s very manhood, he ran his mouth like he always did when he came. “Fuckin cummin in you, you little bitch”, he panted. “Fuckin filling you up with my stinky fuckin jizz, [i]fuck[/i]. Feels so good. [i]Ungh[/i]! Drowning your tiny little dick in it”. He fucked with uneven, rapid thrusts, digging out the coyote’s crotch in different places as his cock continued spurting and filling Archer’s sheath with a gooey, sticky mess of churned cum and piss.\n\nAs he heard Zavoc groan too, Archer was an unavoidable witness to the bull’s powerful orgasm and the journey of another load throughout his sexual system. He felt the bull’s muscles in his thighs, balls, and cock contract and tense all around him, squeezing his skull. Zavoc’s testicles lurched upwards, and with his nose crushed against the bull’s cock, Archer could intimately feel the shaft expand and gush cum down its considerable length into Finn’s waiting mouth. Finn made a couple of weak struggling movements, but was firmly held in place as the bull dumped his load into him with heavy spurts.\n\n“Best thing your dick’s even been used for”, Nakk squealed, his wobbly legs quivering as he rode out his orgasm. “Fuckin overpowering you with my own fat dick. So much bigger. [i]I’m so much bigger[/i]. Fuck!” Each thrust made a sickening squirting, squelching noise, and sent liquids spurting out of Archer’s sheath to trickle down the coyote’s waist and balls, sticking to his fur. “Little… dick… bitch… getting fucked… like a… bitch… [i]aaaaaghh-unghhh[/i]”. \n\nArcher whimpered into ballsack, his whole body tense, sore, and sick, his brain squishing under the weight of its own misery. The sensations of Nakk and Zavoc’s orgasms were overwhelming -- the sounds of their grunting and the sloppy noises of their fucking, the heat of their hot bodies, the stench of musk, piss, and cum. Archer was subject to the force of their muscles -- of two massive, masculine men using him and a young boy for sexual gratification, doing what they wanted without care for the pain and suffering it caused their victims. [i]God[/i]… It was so wrong. So, so wrong. As those thoughts swam around inside his head, like the boar sperm swimming around inside his sheath, Archer’s felt his cock surge and grow. \n\n[i]Fuck, what’s wrong with me[/i]? he thought, cursing himself. At this point, he was bemused by his own patheticness.\n\n“His little weenie’s getting hard”, Nakk snorted as an announcement. While Brandt laughed to the side, Zavoc was still too caught up in his own pleasure to reply. “You wanna cock-wrestle huh? I’m gonna win”, the boar added. Inhaling deeply with what sounded like considerable effort, Nakk started pulling out and thrusting deeper, groaning loudly each time with equal parts pleasure and exhaustion. “Fuckin bitch! Get fucked in the dick! Fuckin used! [i]Nnnnnnnnnnnngh[/i]!”\n\nArcher’s stomach twisted and turned in a tantrum. This was so reprehensible, and disgusting, and humiliating... but at the same time, his cock was betraying him. The boar’s thick, veiny dick grinded back and forth against Archer’s own erection, stimulating the coyote’s cock even as it fought to find room to grow inside his cramped sheath. The quickening friction, combined with the warmth and wetness, started to send tingles throughout his battered body, and all the way into his skull. Into his brain. The tiny trickles and sparks of pleasure started to coalesce inside his head and affect his mind -- little sensations of relief and bliss amidst the torture, like an island in a roaring ocean beckoning him ashore, or an oasis in a desert, telling him to [i]drink[/i]. \n\nHe thought of Nakk’s lengthy, sloppy orgasm as his fat dick stretched Archer’s sheath, battered his penis, and made a complete mess of his crotch. He thought of Zavoc’s mammoth schlong pulsing the last of its heavy load into the underage boy’s mouth, spraying its excess onto Archer’s chest. He hated them. They were cruel, selfish, evil jerks... \n\nArcher groaned and shivered. Why was he [i]so fucking hard[/i]?\n\nNakk wasn’t slowing down. He was still going. The fat pig had some goddamn stamina when he was cumming. It was so… [i]manly[/i]?\n\nWas it so wrong to appreciate that? To acknowledge it? To… take advantage of it? Archer subtly angled his hips so Nakk’s thrusts rubbed against his cock head, and he let out a pathetic, muffled whimper against Zavoc’s balls as the whispering sparks of relief in his brain caught fire and melted his neurons. \n\nAs he followed along those thoughts, he was suddenly struck with a sensation not unlike being on a train but missing his stop. All at once, he realised his attention was hungrily feeding on the things he had angrily resented moments before -- Zavoc and Nakk’s arrogance, their strength, their raw sexuality. They were so hot in the way they took what they wanted for their own pleasure. \n\nZavoc panted, “Fuck, that was hot”, and released the otter from his gasp. Finn sputtered and whined, sniffling sadly. Archer felt the bull’s thick load spatter onto his chest from the otter’s mouth, but all he could think was, [i]Fuck that’s a lot of cum.[/i]\n\nBut Nakk was still going. “Yeahhh. Pissin in your sheath, fuckin your sheath, little bitch. Making you cry. Stuck underneath me. [i]Ungh[/i]. Too fuckin weak to do anything about it. Just getting raped. Fuckin used over and over again. Feels so good. Fuckin little bitch. [i]Mmmm[/i]. So fuckin good!”\n\nThe island, the oasis, and the fire -- they told Archer to stop resisting what he deserved. He hated himself so much for this, after all. He’d been feeling so utterly worthless and pathetic for so long now that he almost [i]wanted [/i]to be used. To be raped. This torture was unbearable, and [i]something [/i]had to give soon. \n\nMaybe it was going to be him. \n\nWas that a way out? Wait, what was he trying to escape, anyway?\n\nArcher could feel something building up deep inside him. It was hidden away in a very dark corner of his mind. Something he couldn’t recognise but which he knew was locked away for a reason. Something dangerous. Something he couldn’t come back from once he unleashed it. But for how long was keeping it hidden worth it? How bad could it really be to let it go free?\n\n“[i]Fuuuuck[/i]”, he groaned helplessly, now thankful for the warm, muffling flesh of Zavoc’s giant balls around his face. The pleasure in his body was growing stronger and he gripped Zavoc’s thighs tightly as he held on. He caught himself breathing the smell between the bull’s legs in deeply, filling his lungs, soothing his pain. So masculine. The smell of a monstrous, kid-raping cock… \n\n[i]Oh fuck, what’s wrong with me?[/i]\n\nThe thing inside him teared at his mind, clawing through a maze of synaptic prisons, screaming to be unleashed. Aching, starving, roaring at him to surrender himself, to succumb to the need for a moment of blinding pleasure amidst the pain and suffering. To swim ashore. To drink the water. To step into the fire and let it take him. \n\n“Gah! Mmm!” the boar gasped suddenly, totally spent, and he pulled his cock free of Archer’s cock-hole with a wet [i]schlllk[/i]. He clumsily crawled backwards off the small coyote to sit on his own fat ass again and released a huge exhausted sigh. Zavoc swung a leg around to get off Archer’s face, and the coyote gasped for air.\n\n[i]No, don’t stop[/i]! Archer thought, for just a second of agony, fighting the urge to yell it as loud as he was thinking it.\n\nAnd then… as sneakily as it all crept up on him, it was all gone again. The stimulation was over. The urge to break was over. The urge to cum was over. He could see the searing bathroom light, and breathe cool air. His mind quietened and his sanity returned, along with the familiar old voices of guilt and dread.\n\nBut now he could throw self-disgust into the mix as well. [i]What the fuck was that?[/i] he thought, scared and confused, unable to shake the feeling that he had stared at something hidden in the naked dark that either didn’t want to be seen, or that he didn’t want to see.\n\n“Your little dick’s swimming with thousands of my little babies right now”, Nakk snorted happily, pleased with himself, and oblivious to the battle inside Archer’s mind.\n\nArcher frowned, looking down to see the boar’s cum slowly dribbling from his stretched sheath which bulged and hid his boner, mixing with the puddle of piss and cum around him. Below his muzzle, he could see Finn flopped across him still, with closed eyes, and a tired, wounded look on his face. The coyote felt a stab of guilt. He couldn’t believe that he’d been turned on by Zavoc doing bad things to his sweet boy, even for a brief moment. \n\n“Did you like that, Arch?” the bull taunted, resting against the wall next to Brandt with his usual smirk on his face.\n\nArcher rolled his eyes and sighed, but the unspoken answer to that question haunted his mind.\n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2107388]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n",
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Ch 9
Archer was a mess in every sense of the word.
In Zavoc’s bathroom, he lay on his back in a puddle of his own cold piss, his body and heart aching terribly from being beaten and ridden and used. Around him were his three big arrogant rapists -- Brandt panting after blowing his load down Finn’s throat, Zavoc watching them with a smirk on his face while casually stroking his giant dick, and Nakk jerking off while grunting hornily and eyeing Finn.
But worst of all was his kid lover crouched on top of him, staring into Archer’s eyes, trembling weakly, Brandt’s cum drooling from his numb lips. His face was awash with sadness and confusion, just like when he lost his parents. It tore Archer’s heart to pieces. He had resolved to protect Finn from harm and he had failed spectacularly.
“I wanna go home”, Finn said quietly, his voice hoarse after being mouth-raped.
Archer smiled for a moment despite himself -- a form of bitter, brief amusement. “Me too”, he said, reaching tiredly to stroke the boy’s damp face.
Finn just frowned sadly. He didn’t lean into Archer’s touch. He had perhaps been hoping for more reassurance than that.
Archer was struck by the irony. Since their torment had started yesterday, all Archer had wanted to do was take Finn into his arms and comfort him -- explain everything to him, reassure him. He’d not been given the chance. The others had been raping or restraining them at every point. And now, right now, he had the chance he’d been aching for. For this one brief moment, he could talk to Finn and say whatever he wanted while the others recharged or plotted their next forms of torture.
And he had no idea what to say. He couldn’t think of a single thing. He looked into Finn’s miserable green eyes and felt no sense of hope well inside him, only failure, amongst emptiness. The spark of determination that had flared within him last night before he fell asleep was now only dampened by Finn’s sadness, reminding him that no matter he wanted, he was still smaller and weaker than his bullies, and he and Finn were both at the mercy of the other three.
Archer didn’t know what the others were going to do, or for how long. He couldn’t tell Finn that everything would be okay in the end, because he didn’t know that they would be. He didn’t know if one of the big furs was going to cripple him or break his limbs or smash his face. He didn’t know if they were going to kill him. He didn’t know if they were going to do the same to Finn. He hoped they were just bullies and not murderers, but Nakk had the smarts of a feral boar and could unwittingly crush them to death with his weight, Brandt’s unbridled and hedonistic barbarity seemed to know no bounds, and Zavoc was… Zavoc. He hated Archer more than anyone else on the planet because of their history.
He didn’t know how far the big furs would go. So many times they’d left him gasping and coughing for air, struggling to breathe, after beating him or pissing down his throat. They’d already taken him to the verge. How much would it take for them to push just a tiny bit further during his torture, intentionally or otherwise, and leave him dead?
While the coyote’s spine froze against the tiles, his hopeless train of thought was disrupted. Finn opened his mouth and stuttered, “W-why didn't you make me squirt?” while dipping his head to avoid eye contact. To the side, Zavoc sniggered happily.
Archer sighed heavily. Poor Finn didn’t understand. “I… I guess I was trying to protect you”.
Finn’s face twisted in confusion. “But it felt really good”.
“Yes, but…” Ugh, what was he meant to say? It was a complicated thing and he didn’t have time to walk him through it. That, and his poor head was already dull and spinning and it was hard enough to even think. How could he explain that denying the kid something that made him feel amazing was Archer actually trying to protect the boy’s innocence? It was so easy for Zavoc to twist his words, and bull already had.
“Is it because… you’re too weak?” Finn asked.
The pair were talking in hushed voices, but sound travelled easily in the enclosed room. All three of the other big furs obviously heard what Finn had said, as they burst into laughter. The coyote felt his face flush, but tried to ignore them. The only person whose thoughts mattered to Archer anymore was Finn. “What? Finn... no”.
Finn dipped his head. He looked embarrassed about the fact he was even asking this, but he clearly felt an urge to ask regardless so his young mind could make sense of things. “That’s what Zavoc said. I… don’t understand why you didn’t do it to me”.
Archer groaned and cupped his own face in a paw, covering his eyes. “It’s… ughhh… it’s complicated, Finn. Just… I was trying to do the right thing, okay? Believe me in that”.
He knew that even if he did try to explain his intentions, the others would stop him right away. There was no way they would let him explain himself, because they wanted him to suffer. It was a hopeless situation.
“He doesn’t have a good answer”, Zavoc interjected, “because I’m right and he’s too ashamed to admit it”.
Archer rolled his eyes. He ignored the bull but could picture him in his mind with that obnoxious perpetual smirk painted across his face.
“I’ll explain it to you later, alright?” the coyote sighed.
The otter was silent for a moment, long enough that Archer actually took his hand away to look down at Finn’s face to see what his boy was thinking -- the otter had a conflicted expression with his mouth slightly open, and his lower lip wavered, like he wanted to say something but was hesitant to say it. Archer cupped his hand around the back of the boy’s head and stroked his light blond hair softly.
“But you are too weak to stop them, aren’t you?” Finn said innocently.
Archer frowned as Finn’s words hit him, crushing the air out of his chest. It was a reasonable question from a young kid trying to make sense of a nightmarish situation, but it hurt like hell to hear nonetheless. He could hear Zavoc still chuckling under his breath, though Finn just watched Archer’s eyes intently, searching for an answer. Swallowing hard, the coyote admitted, “Yes. They’re a lot bigger than me”.
“And stronger”, Nakk added.
“Smarter”, Brandt offered.
“Sexier”, Zavoc growled. The trio laughed.
Finn nodded quietly, sadly, but he didn’t seem surprised.
Archer placed their foreheads together so their noses were touching. “I’m sorry. I wish I could stop them”.
Finn broke eye contact. “Me too”, he said, pulling away slightly, his breath stinking of cum..
Since Zavoc had unleashed his cock alongside his plan, Archer had been cursing himself for his stupidity and weakness, sinking into a pit of self-loathing. He was not only Finn’s lover, but his guardian too, and he had failed in both those roles. He knew that. But now, maybe Finn was starting to realise it too.
Tears welled up in Archer’s eyes.
“Aww, don’t be upset”, he heard Nakk snort. The boar came into view from behind the otter, placed a hand on the back of Finn’s head, and smushed the lovers’ faces together. “Kiss and make up”, he demanded, like some petulant kid playing with dolls.
Finn didn’t resist -- he was beyond that now. Archer, reluctantly, joined him. Their lips touched, open-mouthed, as they’d been ordered, though their bodies were stiff. The tastes and smells mixed inside their mouths and in front of their faces. It was nothing like when they kissed at home -- quick giggly smooches when Finn did something adorable, or passionate “tongue fighting” when Archer was jerking off, Finn’s mouth tasting of candy or ice cream. Now, Archer’s mouth stank of piss and Finn’s reeked of bear spooge. The last of Brandt’s cum squelched between their lips and stuck to the fur around Archer’s mouth as Nakk roughly forced them together, mashing lips against teeth and gums.
“Hold Archer down”, Nakk said, looking in Brandt’s direction. “I have a feeling the bitch is about to squirm”.
“Fuckin hell dude”, Brandt groaned, gesturing dismissively. “I’m exhausted”.
“I’ll do it”, Zavoc volunteered quite happily, sitting up. The boar grunted happily and pointed at Archer’s face. Zavoc nodded.
As Nakk released them, Archer and Finn hesitantly froze in place, unsure what was about to happen. The boar shuffled into position near Archer’s legs, kneeling with them between his own legs. Meanwhile, Zavoc stood above Archer’s head. His cock was erect and hanging in the air in front of his waist, its girth eclipsing the bathroom light above and casting a dark shadow across the coyote’s face. The bull dropped to his knees, either side of Archer’s head, and sat down on his legs while holding his cock in his hand. Finn took the chance to scoot down and slide off Archer’s body, and he tried to slip away to the corner of the room, but Zavoc grabbed him with his other hand and held him in place. “Nuh-uh”, he said. Finn grumbled with unease.
“Ready?” Nakk said, sounding impatient.
“Just a sec”, the bull replied. He looked down at Archer, holding his cock against his stomach in one hand, and grasping Finn by the arm with the other, and smiled. “See you later”. He released his cock and the meaty thing flopped down with a smack on top of the coyote. His fuzzy ball sack squished around Archer’s face with a hot churning testicle atop each eye socket, forming a hot, fleshy, musky prison around Archer’s head, while his engorged dick extended from tip of the coyote’s muzzle to his chest. “Ready”, the bull snorted, still holding Finn in place on top of Archer as well.
Before the coyote could even struggle, Nakk started moving, and Archer froze from what he felt -- his eyes would have been wide open in fear, were they not smushed by balls. The boar leant forward, resting his round, heavy gut on Archer’s own stomach, and pressed his thick cock against the opening of Archer’s sheath. Reflexively, Archer groaned and squirmed with panic, but he was utterly pinned in place and his noises were muffled by the bull’s junk.
“This is all your little sissy dick’s good for”, Nakk grunted angrily. Then he thrust his hips and penetrated Archer’s sheath with his fat penis, stretching the skin with his larger thickness. “Fuck yeaaahhhh! That’s fuckin good!” he squealed while he pushed forward even deeper.
Inside Archer’s sheath, Nakk’s cock collided with the coyote’s own -- hidden like a scared animal inside its den. It was forced to the side as the boar penetrated even further, finally bottoming out against Archer’s internal skin. But the boar didn’t sense the limit, and continued humping and pushing into his sheath anyway, sending dull pains rippling throughout Archer’s body from his groin. Nakk quickly picked up speed, his heavy mass coming down again and again with deep, hard thrusts as he used the coyote’s cock-hole.
“Hoooooolyyy shittt”, Zavoc said slowly, sounding impressed. “Nice idea, you fat fuck”.
Archer desperately tried to wrench himself free from the torture, gritting his teeth, hardly able to breathe, lungs filling with the scent of bull. Every hammering thrust from Nakk was worse and worse as the boar fucked him, throwing his hefty weight into the sheath-fuck. It was a sickening feeling unlike anything the coyote had experienced before. Archer had never felt so physically violated, so mentally emasculated, and he wanted to throw up and cry and scream. His whole body trembled and his limbs slapped and scraped against the bathroom tiles and beat against Zavoc’s thighs. All for nothing.
Above him, Nakk just grunted lustfully, slobbering, “Ah fuck yeah. It actually feels… nnngh… pretty good! Fucking… warm. Tight. Yeaahhh… Mnnngh”. His fat cock grinded against Archer’s, dwarfing it and squishing it out of the way as he made room for his own to hammer the walls of the coyote’s sheath.
“I’ve never seen you with so much energy”, Zavoc laughed. Adding to his tremendous misery, Archer could feel the bull start to use Finn’s mouth to get off by grinding back and forth on top of his face, listening to Finn sputter and choke at the same time. His swollen balls jiggled and twitched happily against Archer’s face.
Nakk was in his own world of pent-up pleasure, having been jerking his fat dick the whole time Brandt was using the pair of lovers early. He leant forward on his arms to steady himself while he fucked Archer, squishing air out of the coyote’s body with his fat gut. “Ungh... fuckin... nice... shit”, he grunted, snorting in air through his throat in between each breathy word.
After a few minutes, Nakk slowed down to a near halt for a moment. Archer assumed the obese pig was simply catching his breath… until he heard the boar let out a long, deep groan. “Fuuuuuuuuccck”.
Hotness flooded Archer’s sheath in an instant, filling it from the bottom to the tip and coating the coyote’s penis before spurting out the top around Nakk’s cock. He was pissing hard. “Nnnooooo!” Archer tried to scream as he felt his private area bloat sickeningly. His body heaved with sobs and his limbs wiggled and quivered against the pissy floor as they tried their best to get traction and free him from the intolerable sensation.
Zavoc grunted, “Go on, keep struggling, Arch. The vibrations feel real good against my balls, mmm”. He slowly humped forwards and backwards into Finn’s mouth as his testicles rolled around, caressing Archer’s cheeks through his hairy sack.
“You’re a dumb fuck, Nakk”, Brandt commented with amusement. “But you can do some sick and twisted shit when you put your mind to it”.
“I’ve been saving that up for so... fuckin... long”, the boar panted, heavily sighing with relief. With a playful snort, he used his fingers to close Archer’s sheath around his cock, causing his piss to inflate the coyote’s cock-cave and cause painful pressure in places Archer didn’t even know he could feel things. When it got too much, it sprayed out in bursts like a fountain, splashing onto Archer’s waist and dribbling down his waist and balls to mix with the coyote’s own piss already around him.
Finally, the pressure stopped building as Nakk’s urine stopped flowing, but there was no relief. Archer’s cock was still submerged in piss as the boar started humping into the sloshy hole once more. As Nakk’s cock returned to full hardness and stabbed against Archer’s insides, it sent squirts of pee out with each thrust.
“I love seeing the little cunt get his little cunt used”, Zavoc teased. He was showing it too. Beyond the bull starting to grunt more regularly, Archer could feel Zavoc’s balls tightening and twitching against his face, while he grinded the fleshy throbbing underside of his penis against Archer’s muzzle. He was getting close to orgasm, and Nakk was too.
“Fuuuuuckk!” Nakk roared. Squealing, grunting, snorting, and making all sorts of other gross noises, he fell forward on top of Archer, their wet-furred hips slapping against each other as he hammered Archer internally harder than before. “Guhhhhhhhhh! Yeaahhhh!” Archer whimpered pitifully as he felt another explosion of warmth around his cock. As the boar filled the coyote’s sheath with cum like it was nothing but a fuck-hole, rather than Archer’s very manhood, he ran his mouth like he always did when he came. “Fuckin cummin in you, you little bitch”, he panted. “Fuckin filling you up with my stinky fuckin jizz, fuck. Feels so good. Ungh! Drowning your tiny little dick in it”. He fucked with uneven, rapid thrusts, digging out the coyote’s crotch in different places as his cock continued spurting and filling Archer’s sheath with a gooey, sticky mess of churned cum and piss.
As he heard Zavoc groan too, Archer was an unavoidable witness to the bull’s powerful orgasm and the journey of another load throughout his sexual system. He felt the bull’s muscles in his thighs, balls, and cock contract and tense all around him, squeezing his skull. Zavoc’s testicles lurched upwards, and with his nose crushed against the bull’s cock, Archer could intimately feel the shaft expand and gush cum down its considerable length into Finn’s waiting mouth. Finn made a couple of weak struggling movements, but was firmly held in place as the bull dumped his load into him with heavy spurts.
“Best thing your dick’s even been used for”, Nakk squealed, his wobbly legs quivering as he rode out his orgasm. “Fuckin overpowering you with my own fat dick. So much bigger. I’m so much bigger. Fuck!” Each thrust made a sickening squirting, squelching noise, and sent liquids spurting out of Archer’s sheath to trickle down the coyote’s waist and balls, sticking to his fur. “Little… dick… bitch… getting fucked… like a… bitch… aaaaaghh-unghhh”.
Archer whimpered into ballsack, his whole body tense, sore, and sick, his brain squishing under the weight of its own misery. The sensations of Nakk and Zavoc’s orgasms were overwhelming -- the sounds of their grunting and the sloppy noises of their fucking, the heat of their hot bodies, the stench of musk, piss, and cum. Archer was subject to the force of their muscles -- of two massive, masculine men using him and a young boy for sexual gratification, doing what they wanted without care for the pain and suffering it caused their victims. God… It was so wrong. So, so wrong. As those thoughts swam around inside his head, like the boar sperm swimming around inside his sheath, Archer’s felt his cock surge and grow.
Fuck, what’s wrong with me? he thought, cursing himself. At this point, he was bemused by his own patheticness.
“His little weenie’s getting hard”, Nakk snorted as an announcement. While Brandt laughed to the side, Zavoc was still too caught up in his own pleasure to reply. “You wanna cock-wrestle huh? I’m gonna win”, the boar added. Inhaling deeply with what sounded like considerable effort, Nakk started pulling out and thrusting deeper, groaning loudly each time with equal parts pleasure and exhaustion. “Fuckin bitch! Get fucked in the dick! Fuckin used! Nnnnnnnnnnnngh!”
Archer’s stomach twisted and turned in a tantrum. This was so reprehensible, and disgusting, and humiliating... but at the same time, his cock was betraying him. The boar’s thick, veiny dick grinded back and forth against Archer’s own erection, stimulating the coyote’s cock even as it fought to find room to grow inside his cramped sheath. The quickening friction, combined with the warmth and wetness, started to send tingles throughout his battered body, and all the way into his skull. Into his brain. The tiny trickles and sparks of pleasure started to coalesce inside his head and affect his mind -- little sensations of relief and bliss amidst the torture, like an island in a roaring ocean beckoning him ashore, or an oasis in a desert, telling him to drink.
He thought of Nakk’s lengthy, sloppy orgasm as his fat dick stretched Archer’s sheath, battered his penis, and made a complete mess of his crotch. He thought of Zavoc’s mammoth schlong pulsing the last of its heavy load into the underage boy’s mouth, spraying its excess onto Archer’s chest. He hated them. They were cruel, selfish, evil jerks...
Archer groaned and shivered. Why was he so fucking hard?
Nakk wasn’t slowing down. He was still going. The fat pig had some goddamn stamina when he was cumming. It was so… manly?
Was it so wrong to appreciate that? To acknowledge it? To… take advantage of it? Archer subtly angled his hips so Nakk’s thrusts rubbed against his cock head, and he let out a pathetic, muffled whimper against Zavoc’s balls as the whispering sparks of relief in his brain caught fire and melted his neurons.
As he followed along those thoughts, he was suddenly struck with a sensation not unlike being on a train but missing his stop. All at once, he realised his attention was hungrily feeding on the things he had angrily resented moments before -- Zavoc and Nakk’s arrogance, their strength, their raw sexuality. They were so hot in the way they took what they wanted for their own pleasure.
Zavoc panted, “Fuck, that was hot”, and released the otter from his gasp. Finn sputtered and whined, sniffling sadly. Archer felt the bull’s thick load spatter onto his chest from the otter’s mouth, but all he could think was, Fuck that’s a lot of cum.
But Nakk was still going. “Yeahhh. Pissin in your sheath, fuckin your sheath, little bitch. Making you cry. Stuck underneath me. Ungh. Too fuckin weak to do anything about it. Just getting raped. Fuckin used over and over again. Feels so good. Fuckin little bitch. Mmmm. So fuckin good!”
The island, the oasis, and the fire -- they told Archer to stop resisting what he deserved. He hated himself so much for this, after all. He’d been feeling so utterly worthless and pathetic for so long now that he almost wanted to be used. To be raped. This torture was unbearable, and something had to give soon.
Maybe it was going to be him.
Was that a way out? Wait, what was he trying to escape, anyway?
Archer could feel something building up deep inside him. It was hidden away in a very dark corner of his mind. Something he couldn’t recognise but which he knew was locked away for a reason. Something dangerous. Something he couldn’t come back from once he unleashed it. But for how long was keeping it hidden worth it? How bad could it really be to let it go free?
“Fuuuuck”, he groaned helplessly, now thankful for the warm, muffling flesh of Zavoc’s giant balls around his face. The pleasure in his body was growing stronger and he gripped Zavoc’s thighs tightly as he held on. He caught himself breathing the smell between the bull’s legs in deeply, filling his lungs, soothing his pain. So masculine. The smell of a monstrous, kid-raping cock…
Oh fuck, what’s wrong with me?
The thing inside him teared at his mind, clawing through a maze of synaptic prisons, screaming to be unleashed. Aching, starving, roaring at him to surrender himself, to succumb to the need for a moment of blinding pleasure amidst the pain and suffering. To swim ashore. To drink the water. To step into the fire and let it take him.
“Gah! Mmm!” the boar gasped suddenly, totally spent, and he pulled his cock free of Archer’s cock-hole with a wet schlllk. He clumsily crawled backwards off the small coyote to sit on his own fat ass again and released a huge exhausted sigh. Zavoc swung a leg around to get off Archer’s face, and the coyote gasped for air.
No, don’t stop! Archer thought, for just a second of agony, fighting the urge to yell it as loud as he was thinking it.
And then… as sneakily as it all crept up on him, it was all gone again. The stimulation was over. The urge to break was over. The urge to cum was over. He could see the searing bathroom light, and breathe cool air. His mind quietened and his sanity returned, along with the familiar old voices of guilt and dread.
But now he could throw self-disgust into the mix as well. What the fuck was that? he thought, scared and confused, unable to shake the feeling that he had stared at something hidden in the naked dark that either didn’t want to be seen, or that he didn’t want to see.
“Your little dick’s swimming with thousands of my little babies right now”, Nakk snorted happily, pleased with himself, and oblivious to the battle inside Archer’s mind.
Archer frowned, looking down to see the boar’s cum slowly dribbling from his stretched sheath which bulged and hid his boner, mixing with the puddle of piss and cum around him. Below his muzzle, he could see Finn flopped across him still, with closed eyes, and a tired, wounded look on his face. The coyote felt a stab of guilt. He couldn’t believe that he’d been turned on by Zavoc doing bad things to his sweet boy, even for a brief moment.
“Did you like that, Arch?” the bull taunted, resting against the wall next to Brandt with his usual smirk on his face.
Archer rolled his eyes and sighed, but the unspoken answer to that question haunted his mind.
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