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For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Archer was actually alone. No teasing, no taunting, no raping or beating.\n\nHe stared at the bathroom light above. It seared his eyes enough to hurt. He kept staring. Unfortunately, it couldn’t burn the memories out of his brain.\n\nThe shower was next to him. No one was here to stop him from using it, and he desperately needed to. But Archer couldn’t find the motivation to move. What was the point? In the last twenty-four hours, every single one of his efforts had been sabotaged with tricks and pranks and lies. All of his hopes had formed and risen, only to burst and come shattering down around him, again and again. Was one of his bullies standing just outside the bathroom, listening, waiting for Archer to turn the shower on so they could burst inside and stop him? Were they waiting in glee to rob him of even the simple relief of washing their rank bodily liquids from his fur?\n\nFuck that. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. He lay there instead. Waiting until they gave up.\n\nHe kept waiting.\n\nHe waited and waited for someone to come into the room to fetch him for some new devious plan. Something he hadn’t thought of yet. Something worse than all the shit he’d already suffered. He knew it was coming. Whatever the hell it was, he just wanted it to be over.\n\nNo one came.\n\nAnd still, he lay there -- his shoulders and hips aching where they rested against the tiles, his head throbbing where Brandt had beaten and fucked his mouth, cold piss soaking into his ears, globs of cum resting on his stomach and waist and gluing his thighs together, and the smell of it all pervading his lungs.\n\nHe glanced at the shower, the thought that he could actually rid himself of the putrid disgustingness grew in his mind, pleading with the small part of his brain left that didn’t [i]want [/i]to suffer.\n\n[i]No[/i]! he scolded himself silently. He didn’t want [i]hope[/i]! It would lead to more pain. Every time he got his hopes it, it only caused him more suffering. Brandt with the jug. Nakk offering him the pizza. Zavoc not being an evil, soulless, malicious monster. They were all lies he’d fallen for. They only made him look more stupid and pathetic each time.\n\nBut then… \n\nWas surrendering all hope and willingly lying in this puddle of mess any less pathetic?\n\nHe let out a bitter laugh. What did he have to lose?\n\nWith a stifled groan, he pulled himself to his feet, and carefully plodded across the slippery floor to the shower door. Vile liquids dripped from his fur as he opened the shower and stepped inside, twisting the handles.\n\nWhen the warm water hit him, the coyote fell to his knees. Archer sat on his feet, letting the water just run over his poor body, watching it turn slightly yellow, and then swirl down the drain. It took him a while to realise he was crying, but soon he was sobbing. Body heaving and chest aching, he clutched his face with trembling paws and felt the emotion overwhelm him.\n\nAs his tears ran down the drain, they seemed to carry some of his hopelessness with them. Archer sat there for several minutes as his wounded mind crawled its way back from the dark place. Then, finally, when he found the energy, he started cleaning himself -- at first, simply running his hands over his body to rinse his fur, but then squeezing his ears, scratching under his hair, and gurgling some water to wash the rancid taste from his sore mouth. \n\nHe moved a paw to his sheath, and paused, knowing this wasn’t going to be pleasant. Gritting his teeth, he slipped a finger inside his slit to penetrate the ballooned cock cavity within. Instantly, a thick churned mixture of boar jizz and piss burst out around his finger and splattered onto the floor of the shower between his legs.\n\n“Eugh. Fuucck”, he groaned. Closing his eyes, he set about tracing his finger around his cock in circles inside his sheath to massage the grossness out. Bit by bit, it slopped down his fingers and balls and dribbled down the drain. “Fucking gross pig”, he cursed under his breath. It was so fucking disgusting.\n\nSo why did his cock start coming to life?\n\nHe removed his finger -- or rather, his growing rocket pushed it out -- and watched as his dick emerged from his sheath, not stopping until it was entirely exposed, including his knot. It seemed to beg for his attention, twitching needily.\n\n“Seriously?” he said. Without really thinking, he gripped it with his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.\n\n“[i]F-fuccckk[/i]”, he whimpered, his voice echoing off the shower walls around him. He felt waves of relief ripple through his body, pushing away the tension and stress like a tide. His body moved on its own, pumping his rock-hard dick, while Archer fell backwards against the wall and gasped, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck”.\n\nHe had never been so pent up. The last twenty-four hours had been… intense. Torturous. Devastating. Emotionally crippling.\n\nBut also, whether he liked it or not, he had been witness to the most perverted sexual acts he’d ever seen. Naked, masculine bodies grinding and flexing and sweating. Huge cocks doing what they do best and spraying endless floods of semen onto and inside unwilling recipients, the air full of deep grunts and groans of raw selfish pleasure amidst the scents of manly musk and cum.\n\nArcher’s heart hungered for freedom for him and his boy. But his cock shamelessly craved relief. \n\nHe could only do something about one of those needs right now.\n\nSo Archer closed his eyes and sighed heavily, a slave to his body’s needs as he gripped his cock hard. Thoughts of chunky muscles and musky balls and glistening cocks flashed through his mind, spurring his dick closer to the finishing line. Brandt’s sadism. Nakk’s gluttony. Zavoc’s arrogance. He hated them so much. But he couldn’t help it. They were all so very hot in their own way. Whatever mental barriers Archer had placed in the way to protect his mind and maintain his dignity had been beaten and broken down by the three as they’d raped Archer and Finn over and over. He just wanted to feel [i]good [/i]for a brief moment in time.\n\nHis ears picked up the sound of the bathroom door opening, and the coyote sprung forward, leaning over his lower half to hide his erection and shame, heart racing, cock flexing angrily for more attention.\n\n“Hurry up”, he heard Nakk’s voice demand as the boar entered the room. “I need something out there to rest my hooves on”.\n\nArcher, hearing the boar approach the shower, jumped to his feet and turned to face the wall to hide his cock. 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He squeezed Finn’s soft, bubbly ass, and shot the kid a smile. But the otter looked back at him confused and uncertain, his eyes glancing at the bull for a moment before staring into the distance.\n\n“How’re you feeling?” Zavoc asked, gently patting the boy’s hair.\n\n“I dunno”, Finn said quietly. \n\n“Well, wanna take your mind off things?” The bull reached to pick up the Scritch from a table next to the couch and offer it to the otter. He knew Finn loved games, thanks to Archer.\n\nThe otter didn’t say anything, but he took the handheld console into his hands and propped himself up on his elbows on top of the bull’s chest. After a moment, quiet sounds started coming from the speakers, and Finn stared into the screen, multicoloured rectangles in his widening pupils.\n\n“You alright, lying like that?” the bull said, stroking the boy’s back.\n\nThe otter gave a half smile. “It’s okay”, he said, readjusting his body so each elbow was resting atop one of the bull’s chunky pectoral muscles. “Your boobs are comfy”, he added.\n\nZavoc snorted with amusement. “Boobs? These are [i]pecs[/i]. They’re muscles. They’re what proper men have”. He paused. “I guess that’s why you know nothing about them, after being with Archer”.\n\n“They look like boobs”, Finn replied, the tiniest of sassy smiles on his face.\n\n“I suppose they kinda do”, the bull chuckled. “You wanna suck on ‘em?” he added jokingly, giving them a flex underneath the kid and making Finn’s upper body rise a couple of inches.\n\n“Ew, no!” the otter squealed.\n\n“Hey, I wouldn’t judge”, Zavoc teased. “I’d let you suck on whatever part of me you wanted... like you did this morning”.\n\nFinn’s playful smile disappeared as he blushed and went silent.\n\n“You don’t have to be embarrassed”, Zavoc said coolly. “You made me squirt. It felt really good. And I bet it felt good for you too, huh? When I did the same to you?”\n\nFinn just avoided eye contact and continued playing the game, but Zavoc wanted to see him admit it.\n\nHe gave the boy a nudge with his chest. “Did it feel good?”\n\nFinn reluctantly nodded. “Yeah”, he said shyly.\n\nZavoc grinned. “See? I told you it would. Welcome to [i]sex[/i], little buddy. That’s what a real man can do for you”.\n\nThe otter frowned. Something the bull had said had made him feel uncomfortable, and Zavoc knew exactly what it was and why. He needed to suppress a grin. \n\n“You’re starting to realise I’m right, aren’t you?” the bull continued. “You’re starting to see how weak and worthless Archer really is”.\n\nFinn paused the Scritch and pushed it to their side. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something but then he closed it again. The conflicted look on his face suggested he was having a hard time saying what he was really thinking -- saying what Zavoc really, really wanted to hear. \n\nSo the bull helped him along. He pulled Finn up his body so the kid was nestled in his arm and their heads were level, then he ran his fingers through the boy’s soft sandy hair, scratching at the spot he knew Finn enjoyed. He gave the boy’s cheek a gentle nuzzle, playing the kind cuddly bull, and then in a soft and gentle voice, he said, “You can talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking. I’ll help you make sense of it”. \n\n“Archer’s too weak to protect me”, Finn said slowly and uncertainly, his voice quivering towards the end.\n\nKids were so easy to manipulate. Zavoc nodded sympathetically. “That’s right. But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there?” [i]Come on, say it. Please.[/i]\n\nFinn sniffled, his warm puffs of breath falling on the bull’s nose, their faces so close together, Zavoc’s arms wrapped around the little boy intimately, rubbing him, reassuring him, making him feel safe. The otter breathed in, and when he breathed out, those beautiful words came out too. “Archer’s too weak to make me squirt, too, isn’t he?”\n\n[i]Mmm. That’s what I’d been waiting for.[/i] Zavoc breathed the words in through his nostrils and they travelled down to stir his cock, which swelled with malevolent satisfaction. There was nothing sweeter than hearing Archer’s lover rightfully disrespect the fucking asshole. “Mhmm. That’s also true, Finn”, Zavoc said, doing his best to hide his happiness from his voice. “You’ve been with him all this time, and he was never able to make you feel as good as I did within just a few hours. He’s [i]clearly [/i]not up to it”.\n\nThe fact that he knew he was intentionally misrepresenting Archer’s true intentions only made this all the sweeter. He knew Archer hadn’t attempted to make Finn cum, and that it was some stupid attempt at [i]protecting [/i]him. But the coyote was a fucking idiot. He’d already taught Finn to suck and jerk him. That he had attempted to draw the line after that but before making Finn cum seemed totally pointless to Zavoc. It was clear he’d only done it to stop himself from feeling guilty, which was more selfish than anything else. Archer was a pitiful excuse for a pedophile -- one who tries to justify what they’re doing, rather than just fucking [i]enjoying it.[/i]\n\nWhatever the dumb wimp’s reasoning, it was too late. There was nothing Archer could say now that Finn’s orgasm with Zavoc couldn’t say better. Kids were hedonists at heart, and the bull had made Finn fucking scream with pleasure. Now the otter was his to manipulate -- a cute little toy he could use to wound Archer as deeply as possible. \n\nAnd to do that, he was gonna take another of Finn’s firsts. The ultimate. The hottest. \n\nFinn started crying after admitting his lover’s weakness, holding his hands to hide his sweet little face. The bull hugged him tight.\n\n“Shhhh”, Zavoc soothed, whispering softly into his ear. “It’s okay. I know that’s hard for you to accept. I know you care about him. That’s why he’s your… ugh, boyfriend. But it’s a fact. No matter how hard he tries, he’ll always be weak and pathetic. Always. He’ll never be able to keep you safe. He’ll never be able to make you feel as good and as happy as a proper man. You deserve so much better. No one deserves someone like him as their boyfriend”. He continued rubbing and nuzzling the kid gently, comforting him, as though it would help the words sink in, as Finn continued crying.\n\n“But he loves me”, the kid sobbed. “He takes care of me. He’s a good boyfriend”.\n\nZavoc used his muzzle to raise Finn’s head so he could look at the otter in his deep, woeful eyes. Pressing their heads together, he asked, “Is he though? A good boyfriend should be able to protect his boyfriend. What kind of boyfriend sits there on his ass crying when his lover screams out for help, begging him to do something to make people stop hurting him? He’s a fucking shitty excuse for a man and an even worse boyfriend”.\n\nFinn stared back into Zavoc’s eyes, and the bull could almost see into the kid’s brain as it processed his words. The bull’s cock twitched with a sense of pride, knowing that these same kinds of insults used to anger Finn, but now the kid was starting to believe them. The bull was rewriting an entire fucking relationship -- sowing distrust and sadness in the very thing that Archer valued more than anything else. They would never be the same again. The thought made him so happy.\n\n“Is this starting to make sense for you, Finn?” he added. “Are you starting to realise what I’ve been trying to help you see all this time?”\n\nThe otter lowered his eyes. “I... think so”, he said mournfully.\n\nThe bull grinned for a fraction of a second before he forcefully hid it behind a mask of sympathy once more. “You’ve never known any different, that’s the problem. See, if I was your boyfriend, I’d beat the fucking shit out of anyone who touched you or hurt you or even looked at you the wrong way. You’d never have to worry about being hurt ever again. You’d be safe. That’s the kind of man you deserve, Finn. Someone like me. Big and strong and manly. And you’ll never have that with that loser. Can you imagine that?”\n\nFinn pondered the words for a few seconds. “But... you’re a jerk”, he said.\n\nZavoc snorted. “Why do you say that?”\n\n“You’re mean”, he said shyly. “To Archer”.\n\n“I’m mean to people who deserve it. Archer deserves it. I’ve already told you that”.\n\n“And you hurt me… sometimes”.\n\nZavoc shook his head and sighed, as though this was a [i]simple misunderstanding[/i]. “But I made you feel incredible as well, remember? That’s how sex works, Finn. I’m teaching you new things, so it’s okay that you get a little confused. Have a think though. Was the little bit of pain I caused you worth how you felt when you squirted?”\n\nFinn’s soft face frowned in genuine thought, but soon, he gently nodded. “I suppose so”.\n\n[i]Too fucking easy, [/i]Zavoc mused.\n\n“The others are a lot meaner though”, Finn added, casting his eyes aside as a flicker of anger crossed his face. \n\n“Brandt and Nakk?”\n\nThe otter nodded with a scowl. “They treat me like crap. They hurt me a lot more and they don’t make me feel good at all. They make me angry”.\n\n“Yeah, yeah. They can be like that sometimes”, Zavoc said with a light shrug and a casual shy, playing down the significance of the boar and bear’s kid rape. “They can be selfish jerks. It’s a shame your boyfriend can’t protect you”.\n\nFinn looked up at him slowly, green eyes glistening, cute little cheeks wet with tears, and Zavoc could almost see the cogs turning behind them. “But… [i]you [/i]could protect me, right?”\n\nThe bull boasted a big smirk. “I totally could. Easily. I’m bigger and stronger than both of them”.\n\nThe otter’s eyes sparked with hope. “Will you?”\n\nZavoc chuckled. “Aw, kid… Why would I? They’re my friends. They’d be angry at me if I stopped them from enjoying themselves. It’s a shame I’m not your boyfriend, Finn. If you wanted protection, you shouldn’t be with Archer”, he said sympathetically.\n\nFinn’s expression turned solemn, and he buried his face into the couch, inside the bull’s arm. He was silent, but Zavoc knew that kid’s young brain was racing with thoughts.\n\nThe bull smiled to himself, so proud of his work. Things were coming along nicely. He was so close to getting what he wanted.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n“Fetch me another beer, cunto…oyote”, Nakk grunted, raising his fat legs to release the coyote from underneath them, his chair groaning under his weight in the process. \n\nArcher groaned as well as he rolled onto his hands and knees, his back sore from where Nakk had been resting his hooves on top of him. He crawled over to the table in the middle of the living room where the cans were resting and grabbed one for the boar, like a good little slave.\n\n“For fuck’s sake”, Brandt growled from the adjacent chair. “How many times do I have to tell you, you dumb fuck? If you’re trying to do the name, it’s [i]cunt-ote[/i]”.\n\nThe boar snorted, uncaring. “Hey don’t snap at me just because you’re horny, B”, he teased.\n\nThe bear huffed and crossed his arms, but didn’t reply. Nakk was probably right. It had been a few hours now since the trio had blown their loads in the bathroom, and they’d been chilling in the living room since then -- though Archer had been ordered by Zavoc to mop the bathroom first. \n\nThings were different, but in small, unusual ways. There had been no sex in that time, just the usual TV watching, teasing, and taunting, which Archer had mostly grown used to. And while Zavoc and Nakk seemed to be satiated for now and happy to chill and recharge, the bear clearly wasn’t. He had asked for a turn with Finn several times, and Zavoc had refused him. When the bear demanded to know why, Zavoc simply shit him down. \n\nInstead, the bull had just been lying on the couch with Finn on top of him, keeping the boy to himself the whole time -- Finn playing with the Scritch, and the bull stroking and patting him. In a sickening way, it was almost [i]nice[/i].\n\nArcher crawled back to Nakk’s feet and offered him the can.\n\n“[i]Good boyyyyyyyy[/i]”, the boar said condescendingly, patting Archer on the head like a pet dog. “Now get back into your position”.\n\nArcher sighed and lay back down on the floor, awaiting the boar’s hooves on top of his back once more. Face to the ground, propped up only by resting his muzzle on a kinked elbow, there was little he could do except let his mind wander, and it kept ruminating over the last few hours in particular, searching for something he couldn’t quite identify.\n\n“C’mon”, the bear would say. “You guys have had way more fun with the kid than me. I wanna see [i]fear [/i]in those sweet little eyes”.\n\nBut Zavoc would reply something like, “He’s such a good cuddle buddy. I’m not done with him yet”.\n\nOver and over.\n\nAnd as the hours had ticked on, Brandt had gotten increasingly angry. Not least of all because it seemed to Archer that Zavoc was almost taunting the bear with the cub’s body. With Finn’s ass in clear view of the bear, the bull would rub it and smack it to make it jiggle, commenting on how fucking hot the otter’s butt was and how much fun it was to play with. \n\nIt was enough to make any red-blooded male angry. When Brandt growled, Zavoc just smirked.\n\nArcher wondered whether Zavoc was doing this to make Archer jealous, or Brandt jealous, or whether this was some kind of power play or show of dominance to maintain his alpha status -- demonstrating that he had a right to do what he wanted even when the others desired otherwise. Whatever Zavoc’s plan, Archer was concerned that the bear’s anger was reaching scary levels. He’d been nursing his erection on and off over the few hours, and the growing need for release appeared to make him snappy and irritable. The beer probably wasn’t helping either. There were half a dozen cans strewn across every surface around him, like he was trying to drown his growing anger. Archer was concerned it didn’t work that way.\n\nBrandt refused to let anyone change the TV station off sports, and he swore at the screen whenever someone apparently made a bad play, throwing various objects around the room in his fury. When Nakk complained about being hit in the head by a flying cushion, Brandt had growled at him so furiously that the boar was startled into silence for a while. \n\nHe was like a volcano, bubbling away, and only growing hotter, and as the hours passed, Archer’s concern grew as well.\n\nThe eruption warning blared in Archer’s ears when he heard Zavoc stand up and announce he needed to go check on something and that he’d be back in ten minutes. Perhaps Finn had the same fears Archer did, because the bull had to basically peel the otter off his body before he left the room. Finn reached a hand towards Zavoc, but seemed too shy to actually say anything. He glanced nervously at Brandt, before rolling over and busying himself with the Scritch again. \n\nWith Zavoc gone, the coyote quietly prayed that his fears wouldn’t come true, but those prayers were short-lived. The bull was barely out of earshot, somewhere else in the house, before Brandt grunted, “Finally”, cracking his knuckles and ogling the naked pre-teen. “Come here, brat”, he ordered, pointing at his stiff dick, which throbbed angrily. \n\nFinn glanced over at him anxiously, and whimpered, “I… I…” He glanced at the doorway the big bull had left through, but Zavoc was nowhere to be seen, and wasn’t around to continue claiming Finn for himself. \n\n“Come here, [i]cunt[/i]”, the bear repeated, bearing his teeth, staring at the otter with fierce eyes. \n\n“I don’t want to”, Finn said timidly.\n\n“Oh, you don’t [i]want [/i]to?” Brandt said darkly. He tossed empty beer cans aside as he stood up and stomped towards the couch where Finn was lying. Immediately, the otter recoiled, crawling backwards and curling into a little ball as the bear leant over him and growled. “You little fuck. You belong to us. You’re here for us to use however we want”. Then he grabbed Finn by the throat in one hand and threw him against the back of the couch, pinning him there while the otter’s feet scrambled against the cushions. \n\nArcher pushed Nakk’s hooves away while the boar grunted drunkenly, and jumped to his feet. This was different to everything else. An angry Brandt was dangerous. Finn’s wide eyes fell upon the coyote, silently begging for some kind of help.\n\nHe had to at least try.\n\n“Stop it, Brandt!” the coyote snapped. “You’re gonna hurt him!”\n\n“Good! Little fucker deserves it!” the bear growled. He leant forward and bared his sharp teeth right in front of Finn’s terrified face. “You’re a rape toy, kid. You’re good for fucking, and pissing on, and cumming in. That’s what you were born for. Nothing else”.\n\nArcher stepped up behind the bear and shoved him, but he was too big. “If you wanna take your anger out on someone, use me!” he pleaded. “Punch me. Fuck me. Whatever. Just... don’t hurt Finn”.\n\nBrandt ignored him completely. The coyote may as well not have even been there.\n\n“Brandt, please!” Archer begged, his heart racing, running his hands through his hair anxiously. He watched the bear’s big hand tighten around the tiny otter’s neck and felt panic growing inside of him. He knew the bear was angry but he wasn’t expecting something like this. It would be so easy for Brandt to hurt the cub right now, accidentally or otherwise. The coyote grabbed hold of Brandt’s arm and attempted to pull it off the otter, but it was so thick that both of Archer’s paws barely met around the dark bulging bicep.\n\nEyes open wide and staring at the bear’s wide sharp-toothed grin, Finn struggled as well. He tried to pull Brandt’s strong hand away from his neck, but his fingers were tiny in comparison. He opened his mouth in an attempt to say something or scream, but no sound came out. He tried to push the bear’s body away by sinking his foot paws into the bear’s stomach, tail swinging frantically while he did, but he may as well have been trying to kick a tree over. Brandt didn’t budge. He just stood there snarling while both smaller furs fought him, jerking his cock with his other hand, a slight sway to his body that was probably from the alcohol, probably enjoying the fight, if anything.\n\n“Fuck, that’s what I love to see”, the bear said, staring into Finn’s terrified eyes like he was feeding on the fear. “You should be scared, little boy. There’s nothin you can do to stop me. I could fucking kill you so easily. Crush your throat. Split you in half with my cock. Fuck you bloody. No one can save you”. The muscles in his arm bulged through his fur as he pushed Finn deeper in the couch via his neck.\n\nFrom behind, Archer ran forward and hurled his body against Brandt, their bodies colliding with the thud of flesh on flesh. But while the coyote bounced backwards and fell on his ass on the floor, the bear merely stumbled two steps and spun around angrily. Archer stumbled back up to his feet, breathing frantically with panic, and looked upwards to Brandt holding the cub up in the air by the neck, fighting to free himself, tail wrapped against one leg as the other attempted to kick against the bear’s chest. Archer didn’t have time to do anything before the bear backhanded him across the head, and the coyote fell backwards onto the floor again with a burning cheek, but he only cared about Finn’s safety, not his own. He tried to get back up, but quickly found himself pinned to the ground underneath Brandt’s heavy foot.\n\n“Arch… help…” the otter groaned weakly, his face burning red as he struggled to breathe.\n\n“Jeez, B”, Nakk said quietly. “Maybe you should… wind it back a bit”. He, too, was probably a little afraid of the bear unleashed.\n\nBrandt ignored the boar. “I’d fuckin kill you, Archer”, he growled, giving the coyote’s ribs a painful squeeze underneath him, “but I wouldn’t want you to miss out on what I’m about to do to your boy”. A thick stream of precum oozed from his cock and dripped onto Archer’s tummy, and the menacing grin across his face was one of pure excitement. “Which hole should I ruin first, huh? Or do you think I should soften him up a bit with my fists first?” He burst into laughter, sadistic joy rushing through his veins. “Maybe I’ll do both and just fucking fist him. Turn him into a hand puppet. Think he’d like that?”\n\n“What the [i]fuck [/i]is going on here?” said a deep, dark voice from the doorway. Archer rolled his head and saw the bull standing there, his legs already spread in an angry stance. It was the first time in his life that the coyote had ever been grateful to see him.\n\n“I’m having my turn with Finn”, the bear snapped as he rolled his eyes, not even turning to acknowledge the returning bull.\n\n“Your turn?” Zavoc growled, stomping up to Brandt’s side and giving the bear a shove. The bear stumbled backwards, removing his foot from Archer’s chest and grunting in annoyance. Archer quickly scrambled out from between the big two furs and watched nervously. “It looks like you’re fucking strangling him to death!” the bull added.\n\n“Oh fuck off!” Brandt groaned. “I wouldn’t… I’m just toying with him”.\n\n“No, you’re a drunk sadistic fuck who doesn’t know his own strength”, Zavoc said, moving even closer with curled fists and bulging arms until their bodies bumped together. Taller and bigger than Brandt, he made the bear stumble a second time. “And he’s a little kid. Let him go. Right now”.\n\n“Are you fuckin serious?” the bear growled in disbelief. “You’ve been hogging him all fucking day, and now you want him back?”\n\nFinn still dangled in Brandt’s grasp as the bear spoke. He looked down at Archer with watering eyes, gasping wordlessly, fingers straining helplessly to pull the hand from his neck. His movements were getting both faster and weaker at the same time.\n\nArcher reached for the bull and clutched him by the leg. “Zavoc! He can’t breathe! Please!” the coyote begged, on his knees, looking up at the bull with desperation.\n\n“Drop him”, the bull said in a deep, dark tone of voice that suggested he wasn’t going to ask another time.\n\nBrandt bared his teeth and shoved the bull away from him with his free hand. “No! It’s not fair! Why should you get to do whatever you want? I’m gonna--”\n\n[i]Slam.[/i]\n\nZavoc’s fist connected with Brandt’s cheek and sent the bear lurching backwards. His entire weight slapped against the back of the couch as he tripped and fell, and the couch tumbled over backwards, throwing both furs over and onto the floor. \n\nArcher leapt to his feet to run around the couch and check on Finn. The otter was on his hands and knees on the carpet, gasping, with a hand rubbing his mouth. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked, clasping the boy’s cheek.\n\nThe otter nodded weakly, but just before Archer could wrap him in his arms, Zavoc scooped him up instead. “Yeah, he’s okay… now that I’m here”, the bull said. He looked down his ringed nostrils at the coyote, a faint smirk on his face, holding Finn close against his muscular chest. \n\nBrandt groaned as he sat up, kneading his face and frowning. “What the hell, Zav?”\n\n“You were choking him, idiot”, Zavoc said.\n\n“I was just messin around”, the bear replied sorrowfully. “I wasn’t gonna kill him. I’m just [i]so fucking horny[/i]”.\n\n“Well too bad”, Zavoc grunted, sitting down and rubbing the otter’s back. “Guess you needed a reminder of who the alpha is here. You’re not allowed to touch Finn anymore. No one is, except me”.\n\n“What?” Nakk groaned with despair. “Damn it B, fuck’s sake…”\n\n“That’s not fair, Zav”, the bear growled, looking up at the bull from his dipped head, beneath his eyebrows.\n\n“Do you want another round with me?” the bull said through his teeth. He planted his hooves on the floor and clenched his free fist. \n\nThe bear sighed, hanging his head in defeat. “Whatever”.\n\n“I thought so”, Zavoc responded. While the others grumbled in dismay, the bull gave before Finn’s face a gentle nudge with his ring-pierced nose. “I’m gonna protect you from now on, don’t worry”.\n\nThe smile that appeared on Finn’s face right then cut a deep wound into Archer’s heart. He watched the two of them whisper something to each other, and then, as the otter rested his head on Zavoc’s pecs and closed his eyes… the coyote had a very, very sick feeling in his stomach. He wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened, but he didn’t like it at all.\n\nAs the bear stumbled back to his feet to walk back to his chair, he grabbed Archer’s hair to drag him along. “I can still use this one, right, [i]Your Majesty[/i]?” he said sarcastically.\n\n“Do whatever the fuck you want with Archer”, Zavoc grunted. “[i]He [/i]deserves it”.\n\nForced into a kneeling position at the bear’s feet, Archer looked up to see an angry face and an even angrier cock staring right at him.\n\n“Open wide, bitch”, Brand growled. “I ain’t gonna be holding back”.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThere was a reason Zavoc was the alpha male of his trio. Actually, he liked to think there were several reasons. He was bigger, yes. Stronger, too. More hung, [i]definitely[/i]. But he was also more charismatic, more brave, more attractive, he had better self-control… \n\nHonestly, the bull could spend ages listing all the reasons he was better than them, or anyone else.\n\nThough perhaps, most importantly, he was also smarter. Much smarter. He knew the other two inside out. He knew what motivated them, what turned them on, and what pissed them off. He knew how to manipulate them and control them. He owned them, like blunt tools, and he used them to achieve what he wanted, even when they didn’t know it.\n\nA hammer hits and pulls nails.\n\nA screwdriver twists screws.\n\nAnd an impulsive, short-tempered, sadistic bear… very drunk, and immensely frustrated after being teased for hours and hours by Zavoc stroking and groping and squeezing Finn in front of him… finally left alone with the gorgeous, naked kid… \n\nIs gonna do what comes so naturally to him.\n\nBrandt exploded. He terrified Finn, and made him fear for his life, desperately hoping that someone would save him. In that moment, Archer tried and failed, and [i]Finn had watched his own lover fail to save him when it mattered the most.[/i]\n\nAnd then Zavoc, oh so conveniently, had come to the rescue, offering his protection, and earning the otter’s gratitude and trust.\n\nAs the bull lay there on the couch now, stroking Finn’s back, the otter’s body was loose and relaxed. Draped over Zavoc’s own body, he had quite a peaceful expression on his face. Under Zavoc’s protection now, the kid felt safe. And of course he did.\n\nHe didn’t fear the others, because the bull would protect him from the big mean furs when his lover couldn’t.\n\nAnd he didn’t fear the things Zavoc would do to him, because the bull had helped him [i]understand [/i]how they worked.\n\nHe couldn’t trust Archer anymore because Zavoc had proven him weak, and a liar -- an inferior male, incapable of causing Finn the same pleasure he claimed for himself.\n\nBut he could trust Zavoc -- a proper man who made him squirt and kept him safe.\n\nThe bull quietly congratulated himself. \n\n“Hey Finn”, he whispered into the kid’s ear.\n\n“Uh huh?” Finn replied, looking up at him.\n\n“I wanna do something with you”, he said softly. “It won’t be easy for you though. It’ll hurt you a bit. And you’ll have to do some things that make you uncomfortable. But… it’ll be worth it. It’ll make you feel [i]really good[/i]… even better than last time. Do you trust me?”\n\nWith impressively little hesitation, the otter replied, “I trust you”.\n\nThe bull smiled warmly and patted the kid’s hair. “Are you sure?”\n\nFinn nodded, and he gave a little smile back. “You were right last time. You’re… always right”.\n\n“Heh. Alright then”. Zavoc opened his mouth coated one of his fingers in saliva. Then, he lowered that finger to the otter’s ass cheeks, and said, “I want you to spread your legs for me”.\n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2112686]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



Ch 10




Other than Archer, Nakk was the last one to have a shower. When the boar stepped out from behind the glass shower door, he stretched and yawned as he started casually drying his huge body, lifting his gut to rub the towel into the deep fat crevice underneath. “Mm, this is a good day”, he commented -- perhaps idly to himself, perhaps to antagonise the coyote.

Archer still lay there on the bathroom tiles, where he had been lying for a long time now, surrounded by a disgusting cocktail of various furs’ cum, piss and sweat.

Nakk sidestepped the coyote as he clopped out of the room, a whiff of stink still somehow following in his wake despite the shower. Archer could hear the boar’s stomach grumble as Nakk casually grunted, “I gotta find something to eat”, and then the boar left, letting the door fall shut behind, leaving Archer entirely alone.

The room was quiet. The whole house, in fact, was silent. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Archer was actually alone. No teasing, no taunting, no raping or beating.

He stared at the bathroom light above. It seared his eyes enough to hurt. He kept staring. Unfortunately, it couldn’t burn the memories out of his brain.

The shower was next to him. No one was here to stop him from using it, and he desperately needed to. But Archer couldn’t find the motivation to move. What was the point? In the last twenty-four hours, every single one of his efforts had been sabotaged with tricks and pranks and lies. All of his hopes had formed and risen, only to burst and come shattering down around him, again and again. Was one of his bullies standing just outside the bathroom, listening, waiting for Archer to turn the shower on so they could burst inside and stop him? Were they waiting in glee to rob him of even the simple relief of washing their rank bodily liquids from his fur?

Fuck that. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. He lay there instead. Waiting until they gave up.

He kept waiting.

He waited and waited for someone to come into the room to fetch him for some new devious plan. Something he hadn’t thought of yet. Something worse than all the shit he’d already suffered. He knew it was coming. Whatever the hell it was, he just wanted it to be over.

No one came.

And still, he lay there -- his shoulders and hips aching where they rested against the tiles, his head throbbing where Brandt had beaten and fucked his mouth, cold piss soaking into his ears, globs of cum resting on his stomach and waist and gluing his thighs together, and the smell of it all pervading his lungs.

He glanced at the shower, the thought that he could actually rid himself of the putrid disgustingness grew in his mind, pleading with the small part of his brain left that didn’t want to suffer.

No! he scolded himself silently. He didn’t want hope! It would lead to more pain. Every time he got his hopes it, it only caused him more suffering. Brandt with the jug. Nakk offering him the pizza. Zavoc not being an evil, soulless, malicious monster. They were all lies he’d fallen for. They only made him look more stupid and pathetic each time.

But then…

Was surrendering all hope and willingly lying in this puddle of mess any less pathetic?

He let out a bitter laugh. What did he have to lose?

With a stifled groan, he pulled himself to his feet, and carefully plodded across the slippery floor to the shower door. Vile liquids dripped from his fur as he opened the shower and stepped inside, twisting the handles.

When the warm water hit him, the coyote fell to his knees. Archer sat on his feet, letting the water just run over his poor body, watching it turn slightly yellow, and then swirl down the drain. It took him a while to realise he was crying, but soon he was sobbing. Body heaving and chest aching, he clutched his face with trembling paws and felt the emotion overwhelm him.

As his tears ran down the drain, they seemed to carry some of his hopelessness with them. Archer sat there for several minutes as his wounded mind crawled its way back from the dark place. Then, finally, when he found the energy, he started cleaning himself -- at first, simply running his hands over his body to rinse his fur, but then squeezing his ears, scratching under his hair, and gurgling some water to wash the rancid taste from his sore mouth.

He moved a paw to his sheath, and paused, knowing this wasn’t going to be pleasant. Gritting his teeth, he slipped a finger inside his slit to penetrate the ballooned cock cavity within. Instantly, a thick churned mixture of boar jizz and piss burst out around his finger and splattered onto the floor of the shower between his legs.

“Eugh. Fuucck”, he groaned. Closing his eyes, he set about tracing his finger around his cock in circles inside his sheath to massage the grossness out. Bit by bit, it slopped down his fingers and balls and dribbled down the drain. “Fucking gross pig”, he cursed under his breath. It was so fucking disgusting.

So why did his cock start coming to life?

He removed his finger -- or rather, his growing rocket pushed it out -- and watched as his dick emerged from his sheath, not stopping until it was entirely exposed, including his knot. It seemed to beg for his attention, twitching needily.

“Seriously?” he said. Without really thinking, he gripped it with his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“F-fuccckk”, he whimpered, his voice echoing off the shower walls around him. He felt waves of relief ripple through his body, pushing away the tension and stress like a tide. His body moved on its own, pumping his rock-hard dick, while Archer fell backwards against the wall and gasped, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck”.

He had never been so pent up. The last twenty-four hours had been… intense. Torturous. Devastating. Emotionally crippling.

But also, whether he liked it or not, he had been witness to the most perverted sexual acts he’d ever seen. Naked, masculine bodies grinding and flexing and sweating. Huge cocks doing what they do best and spraying endless floods of semen onto and inside unwilling recipients, the air full of deep grunts and groans of raw selfish pleasure amidst the scents of manly musk and cum.

Archer’s heart hungered for freedom for him and his boy. But his cock shamelessly craved relief.

He could only do something about one of those needs right now.

So Archer closed his eyes and sighed heavily, a slave to his body’s needs as he gripped his cock hard. Thoughts of chunky muscles and musky balls and glistening cocks flashed through his mind, spurring his dick closer to the finishing line. Brandt’s sadism. Nakk’s gluttony. Zavoc’s arrogance. He hated them so much. But he couldn’t help it. They were all so very hot in their own way. Whatever mental barriers Archer had placed in the way to protect his mind and maintain his dignity had been beaten and broken down by the three as they’d raped Archer and Finn over and over. He just wanted to feel good for a brief moment in time.

His ears picked up the sound of the bathroom door opening, and the coyote sprung forward, leaning over his lower half to hide his erection and shame, heart racing, cock flexing angrily for more attention.

“Hurry up”, he heard Nakk’s voice demand as the boar entered the room. “I need something out there to rest my hooves on”.

Archer, hearing the boar approach the shower, jumped to his feet and turned to face the wall to hide his cock. After a moment, he glanced over his shoulder to see the boar staring at him, with a hungry look on his face that suggested he either wanted to eat him or rape him. With Nakk, it was hard to tell.

Groaning desperately in frustration, Archer resumed washing himself, tense, silently begging for his erection to go away. The urge to cry returned, though for an altogether different reason this time, as the needy ache in his cock and balls eclipsed all his other sources of misery.

* * *


Zavoc’s day was off to a truly wonderful start. He’d given a cute nine year old boy his first orgasm, and then blown a load down the kid’s wonderfully tight throat twice -- once courtesy of the kid himself, and then again while sitting on Archer’s face, cucking the shit out of that dumb coyote.

Now he was just relaxing on his couch, with the cuddly naked kid lying on his chest. Not just perfect eye candy, but grope candy too. He squeezed Finn’s soft, bubbly ass, and shot the kid a smile. But the otter looked back at him confused and uncertain, his eyes glancing at the bull for a moment before staring into the distance.

“How’re you feeling?” Zavoc asked, gently patting the boy’s hair.

“I dunno”, Finn said quietly.

“Well, wanna take your mind off things?” The bull reached to pick up the Scritch from a table next to the couch and offer it to the otter. He knew Finn loved games, thanks to Archer.

The otter didn’t say anything, but he took the handheld console into his hands and propped himself up on his elbows on top of the bull’s chest. After a moment, quiet sounds started coming from the speakers, and Finn stared into the screen, multicoloured rectangles in his widening pupils.

“You alright, lying like that?” the bull said, stroking the boy’s back.

The otter gave a half smile. “It’s okay”, he said, readjusting his body so each elbow was resting atop one of the bull’s chunky pectoral muscles. “Your boobs are comfy”, he added.

Zavoc snorted with amusement. “Boobs? These are pecs. They’re muscles. They’re what proper men have”. He paused. “I guess that’s why you know nothing about them, after being with Archer”.

“They look like boobs”, Finn replied, the tiniest of sassy smiles on his face.

“I suppose they kinda do”, the bull chuckled. “You wanna suck on ‘em?” he added jokingly, giving them a flex underneath the kid and making Finn’s upper body rise a couple of inches.

“Ew, no!” the otter squealed.

“Hey, I wouldn’t judge”, Zavoc teased. “I’d let you suck on whatever part of me you wanted... like you did this morning”.

Finn’s playful smile disappeared as he blushed and went silent.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed”, Zavoc said coolly. “You made me squirt. It felt really good. And I bet it felt good for you too, huh? When I did the same to you?”

Finn just avoided eye contact and continued playing the game, but Zavoc wanted to see him admit it.

He gave the boy a nudge with his chest. “Did it feel good?”

Finn reluctantly nodded. “Yeah”, he said shyly.

Zavoc grinned. “See? I told you it would. Welcome to sex, little buddy. That’s what a real man can do for you”.

The otter frowned. Something the bull had said had made him feel uncomfortable, and Zavoc knew exactly what it was and why. He needed to suppress a grin.

“You’re starting to realise I’m right, aren’t you?” the bull continued. “You’re starting to see how weak and worthless Archer really is”.

Finn paused the Scritch and pushed it to their side. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something but then he closed it again. The conflicted look on his face suggested he was having a hard time saying what he was really thinking -- saying what Zavoc really, really wanted to hear.

So the bull helped him along. He pulled Finn up his body so the kid was nestled in his arm and their heads were level, then he ran his fingers through the boy’s soft sandy hair, scratching at the spot he knew Finn enjoyed. He gave the boy’s cheek a gentle nuzzle, playing the kind cuddly bull, and then in a soft and gentle voice, he said, “You can talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking. I’ll help you make sense of it”.

“Archer’s too weak to protect me”, Finn said slowly and uncertainly, his voice quivering towards the end.

Kids were so easy to manipulate. Zavoc nodded sympathetically. “That’s right. But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there?” Come on, say it. Please.

Finn sniffled, his warm puffs of breath falling on the bull’s nose, their faces so close together, Zavoc’s arms wrapped around the little boy intimately, rubbing him, reassuring him, making him feel safe. The otter breathed in, and when he breathed out, those beautiful words came out too. “Archer’s too weak to make me squirt, too, isn’t he?”

Mmm. That’s what I’d been waiting for. Zavoc breathed the words in through his nostrils and they travelled down to stir his cock, which swelled with malevolent satisfaction. There was nothing sweeter than hearing Archer’s lover rightfully disrespect the fucking asshole. “Mhmm. That’s also true, Finn”, Zavoc said, doing his best to hide his happiness from his voice. “You’ve been with him all this time, and he was never able to make you feel as good as I did within just a few hours. He’s clearly not up to it”.

The fact that he knew he was intentionally misrepresenting Archer’s true intentions only made this all the sweeter. He knew Archer hadn’t attempted to make Finn cum, and that it was some stupid attempt at protecting him. But the coyote was a fucking idiot. He’d already taught Finn to suck and jerk him. That he had attempted to draw the line after that but before making Finn cum seemed totally pointless to Zavoc. It was clear he’d only done it to stop himself from feeling guilty, which was more selfish than anything else. Archer was a pitiful excuse for a pedophile -- one who tries to justify what they’re doing, rather than just fucking enjoying it.

Whatever the dumb wimp’s reasoning, it was too late. There was nothing Archer could say now that Finn’s orgasm with Zavoc couldn’t say better. Kids were hedonists at heart, and the bull had made Finn fucking scream with pleasure. Now the otter was his to manipulate -- a cute little toy he could use to wound Archer as deeply as possible.

And to do that, he was gonna take another of Finn’s firsts. The ultimate. The hottest.

Finn started crying after admitting his lover’s weakness, holding his hands to hide his sweet little face. The bull hugged him tight.

“Shhhh”, Zavoc soothed, whispering softly into his ear. “It’s okay. I know that’s hard for you to accept. I know you care about him. That’s why he’s your… ugh, boyfriend. But it’s a fact. No matter how hard he tries, he’ll always be weak and pathetic. Always. He’ll never be able to keep you safe. He’ll never be able to make you feel as good and as happy as a proper man. You deserve so much better. No one deserves someone like him as their boyfriend”. He continued rubbing and nuzzling the kid gently, comforting him, as though it would help the words sink in, as Finn continued crying.

“But he loves me”, the kid sobbed. “He takes care of me. He’s a good boyfriend”.

Zavoc used his muzzle to raise Finn’s head so he could look at the otter in his deep, woeful eyes. Pressing their heads together, he asked, “Is he though? A good boyfriend should be able to protect his boyfriend. What kind of boyfriend sits there on his ass crying when his lover screams out for help, begging him to do something to make people stop hurting him? He’s a fucking shitty excuse for a man and an even worse boyfriend”.

Finn stared back into Zavoc’s eyes, and the bull could almost see into the kid’s brain as it processed his words. The bull’s cock twitched with a sense of pride, knowing that these same kinds of insults used to anger Finn, but now the kid was starting to believe them. The bull was rewriting an entire fucking relationship -- sowing distrust and sadness in the very thing that Archer valued more than anything else. They would never be the same again. The thought made him so happy.

“Is this starting to make sense for you, Finn?” he added. “Are you starting to realise what I’ve been trying to help you see all this time?”

The otter lowered his eyes. “I... think so”, he said mournfully.

The bull grinned for a fraction of a second before he forcefully hid it behind a mask of sympathy once more. “You’ve never known any different, that’s the problem. See, if I was your boyfriend, I’d beat the fucking shit out of anyone who touched you or hurt you or even looked at you the wrong way. You’d never have to worry about being hurt ever again. You’d be safe. That’s the kind of man you deserve, Finn. Someone like me. Big and strong and manly. And you’ll never have that with that loser. Can you imagine that?”

Finn pondered the words for a few seconds. “But... you’re a jerk”, he said.

Zavoc snorted. “Why do you say that?”

“You’re mean”, he said shyly. “To Archer”.

“I’m mean to people who deserve it. Archer deserves it. I’ve already told you that”.

“And you hurt me… sometimes”.

Zavoc shook his head and sighed, as though this was a simple misunderstanding. “But I made you feel incredible as well, remember? That’s how sex works, Finn. I’m teaching you new things, so it’s okay that you get a little confused. Have a think though. Was the little bit of pain I caused you worth how you felt when you squirted?”

Finn’s soft face frowned in genuine thought, but soon, he gently nodded. “I suppose so”.

Too fucking easy, Zavoc mused.

“The others are a lot meaner though”, Finn added, casting his eyes aside as a flicker of anger crossed his face.

“Brandt and Nakk?”

The otter nodded with a scowl. “They treat me like crap. They hurt me a lot more and they don’t make me feel good at all. They make me angry”.

“Yeah, yeah. They can be like that sometimes”, Zavoc said with a light shrug and a casual shy, playing down the significance of the boar and bear’s kid rape. “They can be selfish jerks. It’s a shame your boyfriend can’t protect you”.

Finn looked up at him slowly, green eyes glistening, cute little cheeks wet with tears, and Zavoc could almost see the cogs turning behind them. “But… you could protect me, right?”

The bull boasted a big smirk. “I totally could. Easily. I’m bigger and stronger than both of them”.

The otter’s eyes sparked with hope. “Will you?”

Zavoc chuckled. “Aw, kid… Why would I? They’re my friends. They’d be angry at me if I stopped them from enjoying themselves. It’s a shame I’m not your boyfriend, Finn. If you wanted protection, you shouldn’t be with Archer”, he said sympathetically.

Finn’s expression turned solemn, and he buried his face into the couch, inside the bull’s arm. He was silent, but Zavoc knew that kid’s young brain was racing with thoughts.

The bull smiled to himself, so proud of his work. Things were coming along nicely. He was so close to getting what he wanted.

* * *


“Fetch me another beer, cunto…oyote”, Nakk grunted, raising his fat legs to release the coyote from underneath them, his chair groaning under his weight in the process.

Archer groaned as well as he rolled onto his hands and knees, his back sore from where Nakk had been resting his hooves on top of him. He crawled over to the table in the middle of the living room where the cans were resting and grabbed one for the boar, like a good little slave.

“For fuck’s sake”, Brandt growled from the adjacent chair. “How many times do I have to tell you, you dumb fuck? If you’re trying to do the name, it’s cunt-ote”.

The boar snorted, uncaring. “Hey don’t snap at me just because you’re horny, B”, he teased.

The bear huffed and crossed his arms, but didn’t reply. Nakk was probably right. It had been a few hours now since the trio had blown their loads in the bathroom, and they’d been chilling in the living room since then -- though Archer had been ordered by Zavoc to mop the bathroom first.

Things were different, but in small, unusual ways. There had been no sex in that time, just the usual TV watching, teasing, and taunting, which Archer had mostly grown used to. And while Zavoc and Nakk seemed to be satiated for now and happy to chill and recharge, the bear clearly wasn’t. He had asked for a turn with Finn several times, and Zavoc had refused him. When the bear demanded to know why, Zavoc simply shit him down.

Instead, the bull had just been lying on the couch with Finn on top of him, keeping the boy to himself the whole time -- Finn playing with the Scritch, and the bull stroking and patting him. In a sickening way, it was almost nice.

Archer crawled back to Nakk’s feet and offered him the can.

“Good boyyyyyyyy”, the boar said condescendingly, patting Archer on the head like a pet dog. “Now get back into your position”.

Archer sighed and lay back down on the floor, awaiting the boar’s hooves on top of his back once more. Face to the ground, propped up only by resting his muzzle on a kinked elbow, there was little he could do except let his mind wander, and it kept ruminating over the last few hours in particular, searching for something he couldn’t quite identify.

“C’mon”, the bear would say. “You guys have had way more fun with the kid than me. I wanna see fear in those sweet little eyes”.

But Zavoc would reply something like, “He’s such a good cuddle buddy. I’m not done with him yet”.

Over and over.

And as the hours had ticked on, Brandt had gotten increasingly angry. Not least of all because it seemed to Archer that Zavoc was almost taunting the bear with the cub’s body. With Finn’s ass in clear view of the bear, the bull would rub it and smack it to make it jiggle, commenting on how fucking hot the otter’s butt was and how much fun it was to play with.

It was enough to make any red-blooded male angry. When Brandt growled, Zavoc just smirked.

Archer wondered whether Zavoc was doing this to make Archer jealous, or Brandt jealous, or whether this was some kind of power play or show of dominance to maintain his alpha status -- demonstrating that he had a right to do what he wanted even when the others desired otherwise. Whatever Zavoc’s plan, Archer was concerned that the bear’s anger was reaching scary levels. He’d been nursing his erection on and off over the few hours, and the growing need for release appeared to make him snappy and irritable. The beer probably wasn’t helping either. There were half a dozen cans strewn across every surface around him, like he was trying to drown his growing anger. Archer was concerned it didn’t work that way.

Brandt refused to let anyone change the TV station off sports, and he swore at the screen whenever someone apparently made a bad play, throwing various objects around the room in his fury. When Nakk complained about being hit in the head by a flying cushion, Brandt had growled at him so furiously that the boar was startled into silence for a while.

He was like a volcano, bubbling away, and only growing hotter, and as the hours passed, Archer’s concern grew as well.

The eruption warning blared in Archer’s ears when he heard Zavoc stand up and announce he needed to go check on something and that he’d be back in ten minutes. Perhaps Finn had the same fears Archer did, because the bull had to basically peel the otter off his body before he left the room. Finn reached a hand towards Zavoc, but seemed too shy to actually say anything. He glanced nervously at Brandt, before rolling over and busying himself with the Scritch again.

With Zavoc gone, the coyote quietly prayed that his fears wouldn’t come true, but those prayers were short-lived. The bull was barely out of earshot, somewhere else in the house, before Brandt grunted, “Finally”, cracking his knuckles and ogling the naked pre-teen. “Come here, brat”, he ordered, pointing at his stiff dick, which throbbed angrily.

Finn glanced over at him anxiously, and whimpered, “I… I…” He glanced at the doorway the big bull had left through, but Zavoc was nowhere to be seen, and wasn’t around to continue claiming Finn for himself.

“Come here, cunt”, the bear repeated, bearing his teeth, staring at the otter with fierce eyes.

“I don’t want to”, Finn said timidly.

“Oh, you don’t want to?” Brandt said darkly. He tossed empty beer cans aside as he stood up and stomped towards the couch where Finn was lying. Immediately, the otter recoiled, crawling backwards and curling into a little ball as the bear leant over him and growled. “You little fuck. You belong to us. You’re here for us to use however we want”. Then he grabbed Finn by the throat in one hand and threw him against the back of the couch, pinning him there while the otter’s feet scrambled against the cushions.

Archer pushed Nakk’s hooves away while the boar grunted drunkenly, and jumped to his feet. This was different to everything else. An angry Brandt was dangerous. Finn’s wide eyes fell upon the coyote, silently begging for some kind of help.

He had to at least try.

“Stop it, Brandt!” the coyote snapped. “You’re gonna hurt him!”

“Good! Little fucker deserves it!” the bear growled. He leant forward and bared his sharp teeth right in front of Finn’s terrified face. “You’re a rape toy, kid. You’re good for fucking, and pissing on, and cumming in. That’s what you were born for. Nothing else”.

Archer stepped up behind the bear and shoved him, but he was too big. “If you wanna take your anger out on someone, use me!” he pleaded. “Punch me. Fuck me. Whatever. Just... don’t hurt Finn”.

Brandt ignored him completely. The coyote may as well not have even been there.

“Brandt, please!” Archer begged, his heart racing, running his hands through his hair anxiously. He watched the bear’s big hand tighten around the tiny otter’s neck and felt panic growing inside of him. He knew the bear was angry but he wasn’t expecting something like this. It would be so easy for Brandt to hurt the cub right now, accidentally or otherwise. The coyote grabbed hold of Brandt’s arm and attempted to pull it off the otter, but it was so thick that both of Archer’s paws barely met around the dark bulging bicep.

Eyes open wide and staring at the bear’s wide sharp-toothed grin, Finn struggled as well. He tried to pull Brandt’s strong hand away from his neck, but his fingers were tiny in comparison. He opened his mouth in an attempt to say something or scream, but no sound came out. He tried to push the bear’s body away by sinking his foot paws into the bear’s stomach, tail swinging frantically while he did, but he may as well have been trying to kick a tree over. Brandt didn’t budge. He just stood there snarling while both smaller furs fought him, jerking his cock with his other hand, a slight sway to his body that was probably from the alcohol, probably enjoying the fight, if anything.

“Fuck, that’s what I love to see”, the bear said, staring into Finn’s terrified eyes like he was feeding on the fear. “You should be scared, little boy. There’s nothin you can do to stop me. I could fucking kill you so easily. Crush your throat. Split you in half with my cock. Fuck you bloody. No one can save you”. The muscles in his arm bulged through his fur as he pushed Finn deeper in the couch via his neck.

From behind, Archer ran forward and hurled his body against Brandt, their bodies colliding with the thud of flesh on flesh. But while the coyote bounced backwards and fell on his ass on the floor, the bear merely stumbled two steps and spun around angrily. Archer stumbled back up to his feet, breathing frantically with panic, and looked upwards to Brandt holding the cub up in the air by the neck, fighting to free himself, tail wrapped against one leg as the other attempted to kick against the bear’s chest. Archer didn’t have time to do anything before the bear backhanded him across the head, and the coyote fell backwards onto the floor again with a burning cheek, but he only cared about Finn’s safety, not his own. He tried to get back up, but quickly found himself pinned to the ground underneath Brandt’s heavy foot.

“Arch… help…” the otter groaned weakly, his face burning red as he struggled to breathe.

“Jeez, B”, Nakk said quietly. “Maybe you should… wind it back a bit”. He, too, was probably a little afraid of the bear unleashed.

Brandt ignored the boar. “I’d fuckin kill you, Archer”, he growled, giving the coyote’s ribs a painful squeeze underneath him, “but I wouldn’t want you to miss out on what I’m about to do to your boy”. A thick stream of precum oozed from his cock and dripped onto Archer’s tummy, and the menacing grin across his face was one of pure excitement. “Which hole should I ruin first, huh? Or do you think I should soften him up a bit with my fists first?” He burst into laughter, sadistic joy rushing through his veins. “Maybe I’ll do both and just fucking fist him. Turn him into a hand puppet. Think he’d like that?”

“What the fuck is going on here?” said a deep, dark voice from the doorway. Archer rolled his head and saw the bull standing there, his legs already spread in an angry stance. It was the first time in his life that the coyote had ever been grateful to see him.

“I’m having my turn with Finn”, the bear snapped as he rolled his eyes, not even turning to acknowledge the returning bull.

“Your turn?” Zavoc growled, stomping up to Brandt’s side and giving the bear a shove. The bear stumbled backwards, removing his foot from Archer’s chest and grunting in annoyance. Archer quickly scrambled out from between the big two furs and watched nervously. “It looks like you’re fucking strangling him to death!” the bull added.

“Oh fuck off!” Brandt groaned. “I wouldn’t… I’m just toying with him”.

“No, you’re a drunk sadistic fuck who doesn’t know his own strength”, Zavoc said, moving even closer with curled fists and bulging arms until their bodies bumped together. Taller and bigger than Brandt, he made the bear stumble a second time. “And he’s a little kid. Let him go. Right now”.

“Are you fuckin serious?” the bear growled in disbelief. “You’ve been hogging him all fucking day, and now you want him back?”

Finn still dangled in Brandt’s grasp as the bear spoke. He looked down at Archer with watering eyes, gasping wordlessly, fingers straining helplessly to pull the hand from his neck. His movements were getting both faster and weaker at the same time.

Archer reached for the bull and clutched him by the leg. “Zavoc! He can’t breathe! Please!” the coyote begged, on his knees, looking up at the bull with desperation.

“Drop him”, the bull said in a deep, dark tone of voice that suggested he wasn’t going to ask another time.

Brandt bared his teeth and shoved the bull away from him with his free hand. “No! It’s not fair! Why should you get to do whatever you want? I’m gonna--”

Slam.

Zavoc’s fist connected with Brandt’s cheek and sent the bear lurching backwards. His entire weight slapped against the back of the couch as he tripped and fell, and the couch tumbled over backwards, throwing both furs over and onto the floor.

Archer leapt to his feet to run around the couch and check on Finn. The otter was on his hands and knees on the carpet, gasping, with a hand rubbing his mouth. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked, clasping the boy’s cheek.

The otter nodded weakly, but just before Archer could wrap him in his arms, Zavoc scooped him up instead. “Yeah, he’s okay… now that I’m here”, the bull said. He looked down his ringed nostrils at the coyote, a faint smirk on his face, holding Finn close against his muscular chest.

Brandt groaned as he sat up, kneading his face and frowning. “What the hell, Zav?”

“You were choking him, idiot”, Zavoc said.

“I was just messin around”, the bear replied sorrowfully. “I wasn’t gonna kill him. I’m just so fucking horny”.

“Well too bad”, Zavoc grunted, sitting down and rubbing the otter’s back. “Guess you needed a reminder of who the alpha is here. You’re not allowed to touch Finn anymore. No one is, except me”.

“What?” Nakk groaned with despair. “Damn it B, fuck’s sake…”

“That’s not fair, Zav”, the bear growled, looking up at the bull from his dipped head, beneath his eyebrows.

“Do you want another round with me?” the bull said through his teeth. He planted his hooves on the floor and clenched his free fist.

The bear sighed, hanging his head in defeat. “Whatever”.

“I thought so”, Zavoc responded. While the others grumbled in dismay, the bull gave before Finn’s face a gentle nudge with his ring-pierced nose. “I’m gonna protect you from now on, don’t worry”.

The smile that appeared on Finn’s face right then cut a deep wound into Archer’s heart. He watched the two of them whisper something to each other, and then, as the otter rested his head on Zavoc’s pecs and closed his eyes… the coyote had a very, very sick feeling in his stomach. He wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened, but he didn’t like it at all.

As the bear stumbled back to his feet to walk back to his chair, he grabbed Archer’s hair to drag him along. “I can still use this one, right, Your Majesty?” he said sarcastically.

“Do whatever the fuck you want with Archer”, Zavoc grunted. “He deserves it”.

Forced into a kneeling position at the bear’s feet, Archer looked up to see an angry face and an even angrier cock staring right at him.

“Open wide, bitch”, Brand growled. “I ain’t gonna be holding back”.

* * *


There was a reason Zavoc was the alpha male of his trio. Actually, he liked to think there were several reasons. He was bigger, yes. Stronger, too. More hung, definitely. But he was also more charismatic, more brave, more attractive, he had better self-control…

Honestly, the bull could spend ages listing all the reasons he was better than them, or anyone else.

Though perhaps, most importantly, he was also smarter. Much smarter. He knew the other two inside out. He knew what motivated them, what turned them on, and what pissed them off. He knew how to manipulate them and control them. He owned them, like blunt tools, and he used them to achieve what he wanted, even when they didn’t know it.

A hammer hits and pulls nails.

A screwdriver twists screws.

And an impulsive, short-tempered, sadistic bear… very drunk, and immensely frustrated after being teased for hours and hours by Zavoc stroking and groping and squeezing Finn in front of him… finally left alone with the gorgeous, naked kid…

Is gonna do what comes so naturally to him.

Brandt exploded. He terrified Finn, and made him fear for his life, desperately hoping that someone would save him. In that moment, Archer tried and failed, and Finn had watched his own lover fail to save him when it mattered the most.

And then Zavoc, oh so conveniently, had come to the rescue, offering his protection, and earning the otter’s gratitude and trust.

As the bull lay there on the couch now, stroking Finn’s back, the otter’s body was loose and relaxed. Draped over Zavoc’s own body, he had quite a peaceful expression on his face. Under Zavoc’s protection now, the kid felt safe. And of course he did.

He didn’t fear the others, because the bull would protect him from the big mean furs when his lover couldn’t.

And he didn’t fear the things Zavoc would do to him, because the bull had helped him understand how they worked.

He couldn’t trust Archer anymore because Zavoc had proven him weak, and a liar -- an inferior male, incapable of causing Finn the same pleasure he claimed for himself.

But he could trust Zavoc -- a proper man who made him squirt and kept him safe.

The bull quietly congratulated himself.

“Hey Finn”, he whispered into the kid’s ear.

“Uh huh?” Finn replied, looking up at him.

“I wanna do something with you”, he said softly. “It won’t be easy for you though. It’ll hurt you a bit. And you’ll have to do some things that make you uncomfortable. But… it’ll be worth it. It’ll make you feel really good… even better than last time. Do you trust me?”

With impressively little hesitation, the otter replied, “I trust you”.

The bull smiled warmly and patted the kid’s hair. “Are you sure?”

Finn nodded, and he gave a little smile back. “You were right last time. You’re… always right”.

“Heh. Alright then”. Zavoc opened his mouth coated one of his fingers in saliva. Then, he lowered that finger to the otter’s ass cheeks, and said, “I want you to spread your legs for me”.



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