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A Bully, A Bitch, And A Little Boy is a collaboration with a friend that we started working on together over 2 years ago. It consists of 14 chapters written by me that will be uploaded weekly. Each chapter also includes a piece of art drawn by a friend. We came up with the plot together.

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He’d watched Finn [i]allow[/i] him to do it. With a [i]smile[/i]. \n\nThe bull had started with one finger, slick and slimy with bull precum. He’d told Archer to watch as he pressed against Finn’s tight, tiny asshole. The cub had groaned and struggled at first, but Zavoc was slow and patient. Caring, even. He’d stroked Finn’s hair and soothed him for doing such a good job, and Finn’s eyes had lit up at the praise. He wanted to make the bull happy.\n\nAnd so, gagged and restrained, Archer had watched while his mind stormed, waves smashing against his leaking boat -- a private giggle between the pair, a grunt of pleasure, a lick on the cheek, the occasional kiss, a low, soft whimper from the otter. It was a cruel, cold, painful death for Archer, in every way but fatal. He watched the bull take Finn from him, penetrating his most private depths for the first time, so slowly, so gently, so intimately, drawn out between piercing moans of pleasure, and proud, boastful smirks in his direction, until hours later, Zavoc had three fingers deep inside Archer’s boyfriend.\n\nAnd all the while, Finn had rested atop Zavoc’s bulky chest, letting the bull do what he wanted. He’d gotten used to the pain as his body had habituated to its intruder. His eyes were closed -- not tense, but calm and relaxed. His body was loose in Zavoc’s hands. It had hurt at first, but he let the bull continue. The truth was plain. He trusted Zavoc completely. He was giving his body to him. If the bull was the ocean, Finn had made the holes in Archer’s hull. \n\n[i]Why[/i]? Archer wanted to scream. What the fuck had he missed? The bull had been raping him! Raping both of them! He’d made Finn cry and choke and gag and smothered him with his sweaty ass. Then he’d invited his buddies around to savagely fuck their mouths and piss in them and beat the fear of death into Archer -- all the while, taunting, bragging, laughing. Zavoc was cruel. He was the most evil person Archer had ever met. He was breaking their relationship.\n\n[i]Why was Finn letting him[/i]?\n\nAt night, Zavoc wordlessly handcuffed Archer’s wrist to a couch leg, a silent smile on his face, before he carried Finn off to bed, leaving the coyote at the mercy of the maelstrom swirling within him, until sleep would eventually claim him. Anger. Confusion. Despair. It was unbearable. Fuck it. He wanted it to end. He wanted his fucking boat to sink, to let the sea take him and do whatever it wanted with him. \n\nAnd yet, even despite the depths of his misery, he still had no idea what was lurking in the deep below.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nFinn had cried for months after his parents died. The bubbly, joyful otter Archer had once known became a different person altogether -- the former version drowned in a cruel, relentless pool of tears. They couldn’t keep his parents’ house -- the poor thing could barely spend a minute inside without losing it. Memories of his parents were everywhere. Not just photos, but smells, clothes, belongings. It was too much. \n\nThey had only been renting, anyway. Finn moved into Archer’s house a street away, and the otter never returned. In fact, despite the coyote’s efforts, Finn barely went outside at all. He panicked too easily. He developed a phobia of cars. Archer couldn’t drive him anywhere. Even seeing someone driving a car in a cartoon was enough to set him off. Understandable, since a car crash had claimed his only family. \n\nAt the same time, the cub was wracked with anxiety and misery and fear. He hardly let Archer out of his sight and clung to the coyote’s waist whenever they weren’t at home. \n\nArcher spent his days at a loss. He tried everything he could think of to comfort the boy, but nothing seemed to make much progress. Finn’s toys gathered dust in the living room -- his Lego castle was patterned with a few of Archer’s fingerprints amidst the dust where the coyote had played with them himself in an attempt to gain Finn’s interest but failed. And, forgotten, Finn never made the expansions to his creation that he had excitedly told Archer about. One day he smashed his castle on the floor in a fit of rage. The coyote held him tight until his screams turned to sobs and eventually faded into numb silence. After that, Archer stored the blocks away in a crate in the cupboard.\n\nThe coyote worked from home as a copywriter, but his work suffered. Finn always followed him and sat in the same room as him while he worked, but otherwise did nothing at all. He would just lie there on the bed, arms around a pillow and face buried into it. Archer struggled to focus. How could he work when his heart ached so badly for this poor child? \n\nFinn was his responsibility now. But Archer was only barely an adult. He wasn’t ready for this. The kid was a fucking broken mess with his parents dead, and the coyote had no idea how to put him back together. He tried and failed and tried and failed over and over again, doing everything he could think of, draining his heart of every ounce of energy he had in an attempt to help the kid. He stopped seeing his friends and leaving the house as he crumbled under the crushing guilt of not being [i]enough[/i] to help the boy. He spent his days barely managing to focus on his work, but still forcing himself to so they were able to pay for food and rent. And he spent his nights helplessly trying to comfort Finn as the kid bawled his eyes out. He gave everything to the otter, but still, for a long time, it seemed as though the darkness clouding his house would never lift.\n\nOne night in particular, perhaps, was where things changed.\n\nIt was an unusually hot night, and Archer hadn’t fallen asleep yet despite how late it was. Rather than sleeping, he was lying awake, staring at the ceiling instead, his mind racing with the usual thoughts of what he could do to help Finn. Then his bedroom door slowly creaked open, and a cone of light from the hallway encroached upon his bed. The coyote sat up, a thin blanket around his waist as he lay there in just his briefs, a slight dampness to his fur. \n\n“Archer?” the young boy said quietly.\n\n“Yeah, little buddy”, Archer said, his voice tired, more from mental than physical exhaustion. “What’s up?”\n\n“Can I sleep with you tonight?” came the soft, shy reply.\n\n“Of course”, the coyote said with a weak smile. He slid across the bed to provide Finn with room as the otter plodded towards him.\n\n“Thanks”.\n\nWhen Finn climbed onto the mattress, Archer wrapped an arm around him and pulled him against his body. Neither of them said anything else because they didn’t need to. Archer knew why Finn was here, and talking about it would only upset the kid. This wasn’t uncommon, after all. The cub usually struggled to sleep, and his clingy behaviour extended into bedtime. Finn rested his head against Archer’s chest and sighed with what sounded like exhausted relief. He seemed to take comfort in being next to Archer, knowing that, for now at least, the two of them were safe.\n\nIt was mere minutes before the otter fell asleep. Archer wasn’t surprised. He was up far later than anyone his age should be. Before he came in, the poor thing was probably lying in his own bed, crying hopelessly with grief, and fighting away thoughts about his parents’ death, haunted by thoughts and memories of his dead mother and father. The coyote heard him sometimes from the hallway. On those nights, the otter would always eventually make his way to Archer’s bed, and only then would he be able to sleep. The safety he felt around Archer must have pushed the darkness away for a brief moment, just long enough for sleep to take hold.\n\nThe coyote gently, lovingly rubbed the sleeping otter’s little chest, feeling his ribs slowly rise and fall with his breath. His fur was incredibly soft to touch, and the skin underneath radiated a gentle heat. Despite the hot night, it didn’t bother him. Archer sighed his own kind of relief with the knowledge that Finn was sleeping peacefully, and rested his muzzle against the boy’s hair. \n\nThe otter had forgotten to turn the hallway light off upon entering, but Archer wasn’t about to risk waking him to get up and turn it off. In the dim light though, it meant he could see Finn’s body. Sleepily, idly, still unable to sleep… the coyote’s eyes naturally wandered. \n\nFinn’s soft nipples. His slender stomach. His round hips. The boy was in his underwear too, because of the heat. Cute, patterned fabric wrapping a little bulge.\n\nArcher’s cock twitched out of its sheath inside his briefs.\n\nHis eyes widened with shock at himself, and he felt a cold stab of disgust in his gut.\n\n[i]No, no, this is so wrong[/i], he thought. Yet for some reason, that didn’t help at all. Now that his cock was growing, it didn’t stop. It could sense Finn’s small, soft, almost-naked young body next to him, and it hungered, tenting the fabric of his underwear. Archer’s hand continued rubbing Finn’s body of its own volition, and it crept up to the boy’s puffy nipples, aching to just get a tiny taste of how they felt to touch. \n\nHe should have pulled away, rolled over, buried his cock in a blanket and forgotten what had happened. That seemed the right thing to do.\n\nBut he couldn’t. It was already too late. Before he knew it, his sore and aching heart was racing off with a perverse form of excitement, and it left his conscience in its dust. He hadn’t jerked off in weeks. All his time and attention had been devoured by the adopted otter, his lust obliterated by guilt and responsibility. And Finn had barely given him a moment’s peace as it was, always clinging to him, lurking in the doorway to keep an eye on him, or crawling into his bed at night. He simply hadn’t had the time or desire. \n\nHe regretted that now. [i]Stop it[/i]! he prayed silently, grimacing and biting his lip hard. Finn was a grieving, desperate child in Archer’s care, and the coyote loved him. These thoughts were wrong and terrible.\n\nHis cock didn’t stop. After so much pain and misery, his body savoured this sweet taste of something that made him feel [i]good[/i]. And it was so hungry as to be unstoppable. His penis thirsted and throbbed in a way Archer didn’t know cocks could and a wet patch grew in his underwear where his cock threatened to rip through the fabric. It wasn’t going to go away, no matter how much he begged or berated it. Forgotten about for so long amidst endless sorrow, it craved relief, and it was going to hold him hostage to its lust until it got what it wanted.\n\nArcher had a choice to make in that moment. Perhaps, he could have found a way to resist his urges by sliding his body away from Finn’s, and distracting his mind with other thoughts. Or, he could have slunk off to the bathroom to rapidly rub one out before returning to bed, even if that risked waking the boy.\n\nBut the desire was so strong… \n\nAfter all this sadness and sacrifice…\n\nDid he not deserve just one, brief, goddamn moment of relief?\n\nHe slipped his hand inside his underwear and grabbed his throbbing dick. \n\n“[i]Fuck[/i]”, he breathed through his teeth, eyes rolling back in his skull as his entire body shivered. [i]Oh God that feels so good.[/i]\n\nSlipping the band of his underwear down just enough to free his cock, he started quietly, as slowly as he could, stroking his dick while Finn slept. Pleasure rippled through his body, mixing and bonding with his stress and disgust to form an intoxicating cocktail. There was no stopping now.\n\nHe was so frustrated. So stressed. So depressed. This life was almost unbearable. There was little pleasure or happiness to be found in his existence, except for the fleeting moments where Finn forgot what had happened and smiled weakly at a joke, or hummed a few notes of a song, or fell asleep. Those moments were too few to be tenable. Something had been aching to give for months. There [i]had[/i] to be something enjoyable amidst all that misery.\n\nAnd then, suddenly, he had discovered this. Despite how scarily wrong it was, [i]this[/i] felt so good.\n\nDick throbbing rapidly in rhythm with his heart, Archer stroked Finn’s chest while stroking his hardness, ogling the kid’s naked, sleeping body next to him and imagining doing things to it he’d never even considered. A new door opened to a dark room inside his mind, and it terrified and exhilarated him at the same time.\n\nHis body trembled and he came before he knew it, spraying all the way up to his chin as his orgasm overtook his body, his cock exploding with a kind of pleasure he’d never felt nor imagined ever before. His muscles went tense and taut as he resisted howling with pleasure and fought to stifle the earthquake wrecking his body down into mere twitches and shivers. While he coated himself in the biggest load of his life, the image in his mind was of his cock spraying all over Finn’s body instead, coating the miserable kid in his hot, thick cock seed as he roared with pleasure, releasing all his pent up stress and anger and frustration all over the child’s body in one glorious moment of relief and bliss.\n\nBefore Finn could wake, he quickly tucked his still-dribbling cock back inside his underwear, and wiped his body down with a shirt he’d left beside himself on the bed. As his lust evaporated, and the pleasure subsided, there was only one feeling left in his brain.\n\nGuilt.\n\nHe looked down at Finn’s peacefully sleeping face, and felt tears trickle down his own eyes. \n\n[i]Oh God. What have I done? What’s wrong with me?[/i]\n\nHe lay there, berating himself, hating himself. He’d had… urges before. But, he wasn’t a monster. He couldn’t be. He never thought he would do anything with those sinful thoughts.\n\n[i]What kind of person would do this?[/i] he asked himself. And in the hour it took him to fall asleep afterwards, while his body fought his mind, he resolved to never do something like this again. The guilt was too much to bear. \n\nTen nights later, when Finn slept with him for the tenth night in a row, and Archer masturbated beside him for the tenth night in a row, the guilt was starting to subside.\n\nA month later, it was mostly gone. \n\nFinn’s therapist consistently encouraged Archer to try to spend time with Finn. After a loss like the one he had experienced, she said, it would be important for him to be able to form a safe and nurturing relationship with his new caregiver. He needed to learn to trust again, and feel secure again. He needed attention and affection and reassurance. She suggested they do things like play games, do puzzles, and watch movies to build their relationship, and provide Finn with a sense of safety and security.\n\nShe probably suggested and said a lot of other things, too. But, well… Archer remembered that particular piece of advice the most. Probably because he found it useful to justify what he did next. \n\nBecause he’d had a taste of his perverted desires now. They excited him like nothing else before. His orgasms were intense and powerful, but they always left an empty, aching hunger inside his mind afterwards. He needed more.\n\nIn hindsight, what happened between them was probably always going to happen.\n\n“Hey Finn”, Archer said one night as he pulled the mostly naked boy into his arms in bed one night. “You like our cuddles, right?”\n\n“Yeah”, the boy said softly.\n\n“Well... I was thinking we could try a special kind of cuddle. I think it’ll feel nice”.\n\n“Oh?” Finn said, looking up at him curiously.\n\n“Uh huh”, Archer said, smiling warmly, while his heart raced inside his chest with nervous anticipation. “Do you wanna try it?”\n\n“I guess”. That was about as much enthusiasm as the depressed kid ever mustered these days.\n\n“Okay, well... because it’s special, we have to take our clothes off for it”. \n\nFinn didn’t know any better. Archer certainly hadn’t taught him. So he nodded.\n\nEven before they got naked, Archer’s cock was painfully hard at the thought of being naked with this beautiful creature. They abruptly stripped their clothes, and Archer pulled the naked boy into his arms, pressing their crotches together, his rock-hard rocket squishing against Finn’s prepubescent junk. As he let out a blissful sigh, a thought scratched at his mind. [i]Am I taking advantage of a vulnerable kid?[/i]\n\n[i]No, this is just a cuddle and a bit of touching[/i], his mind argued back. [i]It’s not gonna hurt him. He enjoys being close to me.[/i]\n\nThen, conclusively, one voice much louder than the others reassured him. [i]I fucking need this. [/i]\n\nThose words echoed in his mind the rest of the night, and he didn’t argue. He didn’t want to.\n\n“Why is your weenie hard?” Finn asked curiously, innocently.\n\nArcher grabbed hold of Finn’s [i]glorious[/i] naked ass and nibbled his lip as he pulled the kid against his hardness. “That just... happens sometimes when you’re happy”, he panted, trying his best to restrain himself. “Is it hurting you?”\n\n“Uh... a little”, the otter replied bluntly. “It’s poking into me”.\n\n“Maybe we could put it between your legs?” Archer offered, [i]helpfully[/i], as a solution.\n\n“Okay”.\n\nA few minutes later they’d both found an agreeable position. Archer on his side, spooning Finn from behind, his cock and knot sandwiched between Finn’s thighs and resting against the kid’s own tiny cock and balls. His cupped the boy’s chest in his hands, holding him close against his own body. In this position, Finn’s was hardly as tall as Archer’s nipples. So small and young. It was so wrong. So fucking good. His cock was already aching to blast, and the coyote was showing it, even if Finn didn’t know what the signals meant. “[i]Ungh... uggghh[/i]”, he groaned quietly through his teeth, grinding against the otter’s ass and savouring the feel of the soft, bouncy flesh against his hips. “[i]Guh... uhhhh[/i]”.\n\nThen he heard a sound he’d barely heard in months.\n\nFinn giggled. \n\n“You’re making really funny noises”, the otter said, his head pointed back to look at Archer’s face. When the coyote looked down at his as he spoke, he saw Finn smiling with a kind of amusement.\n\n“Heh, shush. It just feels really good”, Archer said back. His heart warmed to see sparks of happiness inside the boy for the first time since the accident. And yet, the true ramifications were a little lost on him in that moment, because there was something more pressing at hand. “Can you do something for me?”\n\nFinn nodded with interest.\n\n“Grab my doodle with your paws and rub it for me”.\n\nAfter those tiny paws started clumsily stroking Archer’s hard, slippery cock, he only lasted a few minutes, before he groaned helplessly, “[i]Gahhhhh, ughhhhh[/i]!” Pleasure took hold and his paws gripped the young child tightly against his quivering body as it succumbed to the glorious wrongness of it all. His mind savoured the sweet feeling of Finn’s soft underage ass against his hips and fuzzy thighs squeezing his rocket, while streams of jizz arched through the air and splattered against his bedsheets, the musky scent of cum immediately hitting his nostrils and mixing with the sweet smell of the kid. He clenched his eyes shut and groaned so hard until there was no breath left in his lungs, as he came so hard it felt like he was going to pass out.\n\n“Whoa”, Finn gasped, before bursting into laughter. “What happened?”\n\n“Keep... rubbing”, the coyote groaned, his slippery rocket twitching like crazy in the kid’s little paws as it continued spurting. “[i]Shit... it’s so gooooooooodddd… ughhhh[/i]”.\n\nIn that moment, the whole world faded away, and there was only the pleasure he shared with Finn.\n\nWhen he was finally spent, Finn crawled up the bed to cuddle him properly, the boy’s face nestling just under the coyote’s muzzle. Archer wrapped a tired arm around Finn to hug him, and he gave the boys silky, sandy hair a kiss. Finn rose and fell against Archer’s chest as the coyote panted to regain his breath, and they lay there for a few minutes in naked, slightly sticky embrace -- closer, physically and mentally, than they’d ever been before. If there was any guilt in Archer’s mind that night, he couldn’t find it amidst the glowing, blinding bliss.\n\n“What’d you think of the special cuddle?” he asked Finn, eventually.\n\nThe otter looked up at him, giving him a rare carefree smile -- a smile unbound by fear, sadness, or grief. It was beautiful to see. “It was... kinda funny”.\n\nArcher chuckled, stroking Finn’s back. “I’m glad you enjoyed it”.\n\n“What happened to your doodle at the end?”\n\nGlancing over at the impressive mess on the sheets next to their naked bodies, Archer said, “That’s, uhh... that’s called squirting”.\n\n“That was funny”, Finn giggled.\n\nArcher nuzzled the boy’s face affectionately. “Well maybe we can do it again, sometime”.\n\nThey did it every night. \n\nIf Finn found Archer’s noises and squirting fun and amusing, the coyote was happy to indulge. He wailed and howled as he blasted cum all over Finn’s back when they cuddled in bed the next night, all over the wall when they showered together the next day, all over the floor when they got distracted watching TV the day after that, and all over Finn’s chest when the kid jerked him off at the base of the couch between Archer’s legs the day after that. After the coyote succumbed to his lustful desires, he never looked back.\n\nMaybe it was merely a function of time passing by. Maybe there was something far less sinful he could have found to achieve the same result. Or perhaps there really was something about the acts themselves that did it. \n\nBut from then on, Finn started to improve. Months passed, and he started smiling again. He started giggling. He got his appetite back. And slowly, day by day, the darkness in their house lifted. They found joy more readily, and laughed more easily. Archer retrieved his Lego from the cupboard, and together they made a new castle. \n\nThey found happiness again. In each other.\n\nWhen Finn’s next therapist appointment rolled around, Archer knew he needed to have a serious talk with the otter. “Hey Finn”, he said, patting his lap as he sat cross-legged on the couch one evening. “Come here for a moment”.\n\nThe otter bounced onto him and wrapped his arms around the coyote in a hug. “What’s up?”\n\nArcher held the kid’s hips steady as he looked into his eyes with an earnest expression. “I love you very much, Finn”.\n\nFinn smiled. “I love you too, Archer”.\n\nArcher smiled in return, even though he was trying to be serious. “You’ve been enjoying our special cuddles, right?”\n\nThe otter nodded curiously.\n\n“Well... I enjoy them too. A lot. It’s a really special thing between the two of us. But… they have to be our little secret, okay? No one else can know about them. You can’t tell anyone”.\n\nFinn squinted his eyes. “Why?”\n\n“They wouldn’t understand our relationship, or our love. And because they wouldn’t understand, they would try to stop it.”\n\n“Hmmm”, the otter said, frowning in thought. “Okay. That would be bad”.\n\n“Yeah, it would”, Archer said, smiling softly, a sad tint to his eyes. He reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out two elastic green wristbands. Their designs were intentionally plain, with no writing and no logos, and one was small than the other -- a favour by a friend who worked in manufacturing.\n\nHe offered the smaller one to Finn, while he placed the other on his wrist. “But, I thought maybe we could wear these. No one will know what they really mean except us. They can represent our special relationship, our love, and our little secret”.\n\nFinn watched as Archer slipped his own over his hand, and repeated the action with his own. He looked up at the coyote with a spark in his eyes, as he said, “Cool!”\n\nArcher grinned, and cupped the beautiful boy’s face inside his paw. Finn pressed his cheek against Archer’s hand and smiled back. “I love you so much. And I always will. I’m going to look after you forever”, he promised.\n\nBefore Finn could reply, the coyote leant forward and planted his lips against the otter’s. He grabbed the back of Finn’s head to hold him in place while they kissed, eyes closed, their breath mixing in their mouths, as he let out a moan of love and need into the boy’s cheeks. Finn tasted like strawberries and smelt like heaven.\n\nHesitantly, Archer opened his eyes. They hadn’t kissed like this before, and he wasn’t sure what Finn’s reaction would be. But Finn had his eyes closed too -- not tense, but calm and relaxed. His body was loose in Archer’s hands. Clearly, he trusted the coyote completely. And it struck Archer in that moment that it would be his responsibility to serve that trust well -- to love him and take care of him as best he could.\n\nThey broke their kiss and pressed their foreheads together, smiling, staring into each other’s eyes. Finn shuffled his hips, his butt knowingly wiggling against an erection Archer hadn’t realised had awoken.\n\n“Wanna squirt?” Finn asked with a playful smirk.\n\nArcher blushed, and pressed his cock against that wondrously soft ass. \n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nIf anything woke the coyote up that second morning in Zavoc’s house, it was the growing sense of pain and sorrow in his heart. Fond memories of the innocent times and secret pleasures he’d been dreaming about melted away. The comfort of his bed melded into the discomfort of sleeping hunched against a wall and sitting on a floor. The blissful sound of Finn’s laughter faded under the choking snores of the nearby boar. The taste of Finn’s sugar-stuck lips sank into the sticky stench of cum in his belly and mouth. His paws instinctively reached to squeeze his otter lover who so often slept in his arms, but they clutched only the air. The image of the beautiful boy he held in his arms disappeared as he opened his tired eyes, and he saw not his lover, but himself -- alone, wounded, and pathetic. \n\nThose things he loved so much with all his heart had been stolen from him by Zavoc.\n\nA fire sparked within Archer’s soul.\n\nWhat had the coyote done to stop him?\n\nWhined and whimpered and begged. Exactly what he used to do. Exactly what the bull wanted of him. Stupid. [i]Stupid[/i]!\n\nZavoc was right about one thing. Archer was not being the man Finn deserved. Instead, when the bull had revealed his sinister intentions, the coyote had been overwhelmed by shock and fear, and reverted back to a younger version of himself. One who suffered under Zavoc’s hooves, never standing up for himself for fear of retaliation -- of something even worse. Old habits died hard, but Archer felt like his eyes were opening anew this morning.\n\nHe’d been stupid. Monumentally idiotic. He was a fucking idiot because he’d failed his lover and put him in danger. He was all of those things. But he was no teenager anymore.\n\nHe didn’t care if they raped him or beat him or tortured him. Nothing else mattered more than Finn.\n\nHis lover. \n\n[i]His[/i] lover. \n\nZavoc saw only the worst of Archer. The weakest part. A frightened teenager. But he was so much more than that. \n\nHe [i]was[/i] a man.\n\nBecause a man would care for Finn for years because the boy had no one else. A man would soothe the boy at three o’clock in the morning when he screamed after nightmares about his parents. A man would pay for therapy for the boy to help him, even on a dwindling income. A man would bite his tongue when a boy broke his things in outbursts of grief and anger to hug him and hold him close instead. A man would give up his fucking future to become a caregiver to a boy who needed it. \n\nAnd a man would never complain about any of it, because he loved the cub so much. Because it was worth it for that boy.\n\nThe boy who cuddled up to him at night. The boy he’d shared unimaginable pleasures with. The boy he stole secret, naughty kisses from. The boy who squealed and bounced adorably with excitement at food and games, and made Archer laugh and smile more than anyone or anything else. The beautiful boy who gave his life meaning.\n\nArcher clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He would not let Zavoc take that from him. \n\nHe raised his wrist and eyed the handcuffs the bull had lazily latched around his hand. The arrogant, presumptuous bull thought so little of him he had barely checked to make sure they were tight enough.\n\nThe coyote twisted around and planted his feet against the couch. Then, in a rush of rage, blind to pain, he pushed back against the couch as hard as he could. His arm went taut against the cuffs, and still he pushed, feeling the metal strain against his paw through the padding. He cared not whether it was the cuffs that broke first, or his hand. Either way, he would push until he was free.\n\nThe metal ring crushed his knuckles, but eventually the sex toy slid free and clattered against the carpet, while the coyote fell flat against the carpet.\n\nIn an instant, Archer was on his feet. He plodded out of the room, not turning back to even consider whether Brandt or Nakk had awakened at the noise he made. They couldn’t stop him now. Nothing could.\n\nHe came to the front door. Had Zavoc bothered locking it this time?\n\nIt didn’t really matter. What was he to do? Run to the police and tell them some horrible bull was molesting the kid only [i]he[/i] was supposed to molest?\n\nThere was a metal baseball bat beside the door.\n\nArcher picked it up and stomped towards Zavoc’s bedroom, heart thumping hard in his chest, adrenaline soothing his sorrow for the first time since their ordeal had begun. He threw the door open and let it hit the wall, holding the bat aloft in front of him as he stepped inside.\n\nHe found Finn asleep, nuzzled inside the bull’s arm with his head resting on Zavoc’s chest. The cub awoke with a sudden start at the noise of the door and looked towards him with wide eyes. The bovine, meanwhile, appeared to have already been awake and simply lying in bed, enjoying having the naked boy snuggled against him, as he rested propped up against the headboard. His eyes widened too upon Archer’s intrusion, but otherwise, the smug bastard’s serene face changed very little.\n\nArcher stomped forward, bat angled directly towards the bull. “Enough!” he snapped, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed heavily. “We’re leaving”.\n\n“Well… good morning, Archer”, the bull said slowly, while a smile crept across his face that showed amusement more than anything else.\n\n“Shut up!” the coyote growled, taking another step forward and gesturing his weapon in the air between them. “You had your fun. Now let Finn go!”\n\n“Oh? Or what?” the bull said sharply, finally sitting upright. He moved his legs towards the edge of the bed, ready to stand up if he needed to. His muscular arm still held Finn against his body, and the otter stared at Archer in shock and confusion.\n\nArcher bared his teeth. Zavoc could try to intimidate him, but he was not going to back down. Not anymore. Not ever again. “I’m leaving”, he repeated. “And I’m taking Finn”.\n\nThe bull chuckled and then breathed a deep, easy sigh. “Alright. Go right ahead. Take him”, he said. But he made no effort to release the boy from his grip, the implication clear.\n\nHe had no idea of the rage flaring inside the coyote. Archer wrapped both paws around the handle of his weapon and raised it near his head, ready to swing. He growled threateningly to offer Zavoc one final chance to let the boy go, but the bull didn’t budge. \n\nFine. He was going to do it. He was going to hit him. He was going to fight for what he loved. His muscles tensed. Fear nor cowardice would stop him any longer. Nothing would.\n\nExcept, Finn sprang forward from Zavoc’s grasp and squealed at him to “Stop!”\n\nAnd in that moment, the bull was suddenly upon him, throwing him back against the wall and wrenching the bat from his grasp. Archer screamed with rage and fought back against the beast, but it was too late. The huge dark fur pinned him in place with his huge muscular body and growled in Archer’s face, “Did you forget what you are, bitch?”\n\n“No, I remembered it!” he snapped back, matching the bull’s piercing gaze with his own fiery eyes.\n\nThe bull’s face twisted in a sneer. “We’ll see about that”. \n\nLeaving Finn whimpering in fear atop the bed, Zavoc dragged Archer out to the living room and tossed the scrambling coyote atop his waking friends. \n\nAs Brandt and Nakk grunted in tired confusion, Zavoc grunted an order. “Watch the dog for me. I need a minute. Gotta comfort an upset kid… and get something ready”. The two fat furs asked him what he meant, but the bull stomped out of the room without a word, leaving the three alone. Archer moved to run after him, but the bull’s dumb obedient grunts grabbed him and threw him to the ground. Before he could get back up, a heavy bear paw pinned him in place.\n\n“The fuck’s gotten into you?” the bear growled.\n\n“He’s throwing a tantrum. Poor little baby have a nightmare?” Nakk teased, chuckling to himself.\n\nA growl grew inside Archer’s throat until he snapped his muzzle forward and tried to sink his teeth into the bear’s leg. His body was so squished, however, that he only managed to nip Brandt’s skin.\n\nIt was still enough to send the bear into a rage. Nothing made him angrier than those he viewed as beneath him not knowing their place.\n\nThe two fat furs beat him for his insolence, but he didn’t stop fighting back. It made them even rougher. But still, even when it earnt him more pain, and even when it was totally useless, he didn’t stop struggling. He’d finally gained clarity.\n\nHe [i]had[/i] to fight. He had to [i]try[/i]. There was a point in that, even if it seemed pointless, [i]even if he ultimately failed[/i], because he owed that to the boy he loved. \n\nAn hour had passed, or perhaps two, by the time Zavoc returned. He ordered his two friends to throw Archer on the couch and step aside, and the bruised, groaning coyote looked up to see the bull with a look of disdain across his face, holding Finn against his chest, the otter’s ass perched atop his arm. The otter looked down at his boyfriend, and for a moment, dipped his head in a look of shame. A sudden sense of dread crept through the coyote’s veins like poison. \n\nNo matter. He resolved that there was nothing Zavoc, Brandt, or Nakk could do that would stop him from fighting for what he loved anymore.\n\nLittle did he know that it wasn’t those three he needed to worry about.\n\n“I don’t care… what you say”, the coyote panted. “I’m not letting--”\n\n“Shhhhhhh”, the bull said. “Finn has something he wants to tell you, and I really think you should listen to him”.\n\nArcher paused, as he noticed Finn shyly open his mouth. The otter did indeed want to speak.\n\n“Archer…” the otter mumbled. “Zavoc’s been doing stuff with me, and… and I like it… I like it a lot. And he said that we should…” The otter blushed intensely and hid his face behind a nervous paw. “Well, he explained something to me, and I want to do it. He said that it’d feel… that it would be…”\n\nThe bull nuzzled him gently, encouragingly, while a pleased smile grew across his face. “It’s okay kid, just say it”.\n\nFinn slowly raised his head to look Archer in the eyes, and said, “He told me what sex is. I… I want to do it with him. I want Zavoc to fuck me. I want him to squirt inside my ass”.\n\nAbove him, the bull exploded into a grin. He leant towards Finn’s ear and whispered, “Good boy”, and the otter smiled in response, so happy to have pleased the beast. Then, the bull stepped forward, planting his legs either side of Archer’s lower half, the huge cock between his thighs already starting to throb to life. \n\n“After all these years, you finally found a spine”, Zavoc said darkly, in a low voice, shaking his head at the coyote. “What a shame it was too late”.\n\nA cold wind moved through Archer’s body, and snuffed out the fire inside his heart in an instant.\n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2117873]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



Ch 11




Archer felt like he was clinging to a sinking ship, in the middle of a cold and dark ocean, with no chance of rescue. There was no light around him, no friendly face coming for him, no hope to be found in the blackness coming for him. Alone and helpless, surrounded only by the hungry, savage sea, there was nothing he could do but wait to drown in the icy depths.

At the end of the second day in Zavoc’s house, the coyote’s mouth reeked of cum. His body ached. His skull and jaw throbbed. His stomach grumbled, churning piss and cum. He’d been raped and beaten, taunted and tortured. And yet, none of those were the thing that troubled him most. As night fell, and the furs around him grew sleepy, there was only one thing on his mind, and it was keeping him wide awake.

He had watched them all day. He’d watched Finn in Zavoc’s arms. He’d watched what the bull had been doing to him. He’d watched Finn allow him to do it. With a smile.

The bull had started with one finger, slick and slimy with bull precum. He’d told Archer to watch as he pressed against Finn’s tight, tiny asshole. The cub had groaned and struggled at first, but Zavoc was slow and patient. Caring, even. He’d stroked Finn’s hair and soothed him for doing such a good job, and Finn’s eyes had lit up at the praise. He wanted to make the bull happy.

And so, gagged and restrained, Archer had watched while his mind stormed, waves smashing against his leaking boat -- a private giggle between the pair, a grunt of pleasure, a lick on the cheek, the occasional kiss, a low, soft whimper from the otter. It was a cruel, cold, painful death for Archer, in every way but fatal. He watched the bull take Finn from him, penetrating his most private depths for the first time, so slowly, so gently, so intimately, drawn out between piercing moans of pleasure, and proud, boastful smirks in his direction, until hours later, Zavoc had three fingers deep inside Archer’s boyfriend.

And all the while, Finn had rested atop Zavoc’s bulky chest, letting the bull do what he wanted. He’d gotten used to the pain as his body had habituated to its intruder. His eyes were closed -- not tense, but calm and relaxed. His body was loose in Zavoc’s hands. It had hurt at first, but he let the bull continue. The truth was plain. He trusted Zavoc completely. He was giving his body to him. If the bull was the ocean, Finn had made the holes in Archer’s hull.

Why? Archer wanted to scream. What the fuck had he missed? The bull had been raping him! Raping both of them! He’d made Finn cry and choke and gag and smothered him with his sweaty ass. Then he’d invited his buddies around to savagely fuck their mouths and piss in them and beat the fear of death into Archer -- all the while, taunting, bragging, laughing. Zavoc was cruel. He was the most evil person Archer had ever met. He was breaking their relationship.

Why was Finn letting him?

At night, Zavoc wordlessly handcuffed Archer’s wrist to a couch leg, a silent smile on his face, before he carried Finn off to bed, leaving the coyote at the mercy of the maelstrom swirling within him, until sleep would eventually claim him. Anger. Confusion. Despair. It was unbearable. Fuck it. He wanted it to end. He wanted his fucking boat to sink, to let the sea take him and do whatever it wanted with him.

And yet, even despite the depths of his misery, he still had no idea what was lurking in the deep below.

* * *


Finn had cried for months after his parents died. The bubbly, joyful otter Archer had once known became a different person altogether -- the former version drowned in a cruel, relentless pool of tears. They couldn’t keep his parents’ house -- the poor thing could barely spend a minute inside without losing it. Memories of his parents were everywhere. Not just photos, but smells, clothes, belongings. It was too much.

They had only been renting, anyway. Finn moved into Archer’s house a street away, and the otter never returned. In fact, despite the coyote’s efforts, Finn barely went outside at all. He panicked too easily. He developed a phobia of cars. Archer couldn’t drive him anywhere. Even seeing someone driving a car in a cartoon was enough to set him off. Understandable, since a car crash had claimed his only family.

At the same time, the cub was wracked with anxiety and misery and fear. He hardly let Archer out of his sight and clung to the coyote’s waist whenever they weren’t at home.

Archer spent his days at a loss. He tried everything he could think of to comfort the boy, but nothing seemed to make much progress. Finn’s toys gathered dust in the living room -- his Lego castle was patterned with a few of Archer’s fingerprints amidst the dust where the coyote had played with them himself in an attempt to gain Finn’s interest but failed. And, forgotten, Finn never made the expansions to his creation that he had excitedly told Archer about. One day he smashed his castle on the floor in a fit of rage. The coyote held him tight until his screams turned to sobs and eventually faded into numb silence. After that, Archer stored the blocks away in a crate in the cupboard.

The coyote worked from home as a copywriter, but his work suffered. Finn always followed him and sat in the same room as him while he worked, but otherwise did nothing at all. He would just lie there on the bed, arms around a pillow and face buried into it. Archer struggled to focus. How could he work when his heart ached so badly for this poor child?

Finn was his responsibility now. But Archer was only barely an adult. He wasn’t ready for this. The kid was a fucking broken mess with his parents dead, and the coyote had no idea how to put him back together. He tried and failed and tried and failed over and over again, doing everything he could think of, draining his heart of every ounce of energy he had in an attempt to help the kid. He stopped seeing his friends and leaving the house as he crumbled under the crushing guilt of not being enough to help the boy. He spent his days barely managing to focus on his work, but still forcing himself to so they were able to pay for food and rent. And he spent his nights helplessly trying to comfort Finn as the kid bawled his eyes out. He gave everything to the otter, but still, for a long time, it seemed as though the darkness clouding his house would never lift.

One night in particular, perhaps, was where things changed.

It was an unusually hot night, and Archer hadn’t fallen asleep yet despite how late it was. Rather than sleeping, he was lying awake, staring at the ceiling instead, his mind racing with the usual thoughts of what he could do to help Finn. Then his bedroom door slowly creaked open, and a cone of light from the hallway encroached upon his bed. The coyote sat up, a thin blanket around his waist as he lay there in just his briefs, a slight dampness to his fur.

“Archer?” the young boy said quietly.

“Yeah, little buddy”, Archer said, his voice tired, more from mental than physical exhaustion. “What’s up?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” came the soft, shy reply.

“Of course”, the coyote said with a weak smile. He slid across the bed to provide Finn with room as the otter plodded towards him.

“Thanks”.

When Finn climbed onto the mattress, Archer wrapped an arm around him and pulled him against his body. Neither of them said anything else because they didn’t need to. Archer knew why Finn was here, and talking about it would only upset the kid. This wasn’t uncommon, after all. The cub usually struggled to sleep, and his clingy behaviour extended into bedtime. Finn rested his head against Archer’s chest and sighed with what sounded like exhausted relief. He seemed to take comfort in being next to Archer, knowing that, for now at least, the two of them were safe.

It was mere minutes before the otter fell asleep. Archer wasn’t surprised. He was up far later than anyone his age should be. Before he came in, the poor thing was probably lying in his own bed, crying hopelessly with grief, and fighting away thoughts about his parents’ death, haunted by thoughts and memories of his dead mother and father. The coyote heard him sometimes from the hallway. On those nights, the otter would always eventually make his way to Archer’s bed, and only then would he be able to sleep. The safety he felt around Archer must have pushed the darkness away for a brief moment, just long enough for sleep to take hold.

The coyote gently, lovingly rubbed the sleeping otter’s little chest, feeling his ribs slowly rise and fall with his breath. His fur was incredibly soft to touch, and the skin underneath radiated a gentle heat. Despite the hot night, it didn’t bother him. Archer sighed his own kind of relief with the knowledge that Finn was sleeping peacefully, and rested his muzzle against the boy’s hair.

The otter had forgotten to turn the hallway light off upon entering, but Archer wasn’t about to risk waking him to get up and turn it off. In the dim light though, it meant he could see Finn’s body. Sleepily, idly, still unable to sleep… the coyote’s eyes naturally wandered.

Finn’s soft nipples. His slender stomach. His round hips. The boy was in his underwear too, because of the heat. Cute, patterned fabric wrapping a little bulge.

Archer’s cock twitched out of its sheath inside his briefs.

His eyes widened with shock at himself, and he felt a cold stab of disgust in his gut.

No, no, this is so wrong, he thought. Yet for some reason, that didn’t help at all. Now that his cock was growing, it didn’t stop. It could sense Finn’s small, soft, almost-naked young body next to him, and it hungered, tenting the fabric of his underwear. Archer’s hand continued rubbing Finn’s body of its own volition, and it crept up to the boy’s puffy nipples, aching to just get a tiny taste of how they felt to touch.

He should have pulled away, rolled over, buried his cock in a blanket and forgotten what had happened. That seemed the right thing to do.

But he couldn’t. It was already too late. Before he knew it, his sore and aching heart was racing off with a perverse form of excitement, and it left his conscience in its dust. He hadn’t jerked off in weeks. All his time and attention had been devoured by the adopted otter, his lust obliterated by guilt and responsibility. And Finn had barely given him a moment’s peace as it was, always clinging to him, lurking in the doorway to keep an eye on him, or crawling into his bed at night. He simply hadn’t had the time or desire.

He regretted that now. Stop it! he prayed silently, grimacing and biting his lip hard. Finn was a grieving, desperate child in Archer’s care, and the coyote loved him. These thoughts were wrong and terrible.

His cock didn’t stop. After so much pain and misery, his body savoured this sweet taste of something that made him feel good. And it was so hungry as to be unstoppable. His penis thirsted and throbbed in a way Archer didn’t know cocks could and a wet patch grew in his underwear where his cock threatened to rip through the fabric. It wasn’t going to go away, no matter how much he begged or berated it. Forgotten about for so long amidst endless sorrow, it craved relief, and it was going to hold him hostage to its lust until it got what it wanted.

Archer had a choice to make in that moment. Perhaps, he could have found a way to resist his urges by sliding his body away from Finn’s, and distracting his mind with other thoughts. Or, he could have slunk off to the bathroom to rapidly rub one out before returning to bed, even if that risked waking the boy.

But the desire was so strong…

After all this sadness and sacrifice…

Did he not deserve just one, brief, goddamn moment of relief?

He slipped his hand inside his underwear and grabbed his throbbing dick.

“Fuck”, he breathed through his teeth, eyes rolling back in his skull as his entire body shivered. Oh God that feels so good.

Slipping the band of his underwear down just enough to free his cock, he started quietly, as slowly as he could, stroking his dick while Finn slept. Pleasure rippled through his body, mixing and bonding with his stress and disgust to form an intoxicating cocktail. There was no stopping now.

He was so frustrated. So stressed. So depressed. This life was almost unbearable. There was little pleasure or happiness to be found in his existence, except for the fleeting moments where Finn forgot what had happened and smiled weakly at a joke, or hummed a few notes of a song, or fell asleep. Those moments were too few to be tenable. Something had been aching to give for months. There had to be something enjoyable amidst all that misery.

And then, suddenly, he had discovered this. Despite how scarily wrong it was, this felt so good.

Dick throbbing rapidly in rhythm with his heart, Archer stroked Finn’s chest while stroking his hardness, ogling the kid’s naked, sleeping body next to him and imagining doing things to it he’d never even considered. A new door opened to a dark room inside his mind, and it terrified and exhilarated him at the same time.

His body trembled and he came before he knew it, spraying all the way up to his chin as his orgasm overtook his body, his cock exploding with a kind of pleasure he’d never felt nor imagined ever before. His muscles went tense and taut as he resisted howling with pleasure and fought to stifle the earthquake wrecking his body down into mere twitches and shivers. While he coated himself in the biggest load of his life, the image in his mind was of his cock spraying all over Finn’s body instead, coating the miserable kid in his hot, thick cock seed as he roared with pleasure, releasing all his pent up stress and anger and frustration all over the child’s body in one glorious moment of relief and bliss.

Before Finn could wake, he quickly tucked his still-dribbling cock back inside his underwear, and wiped his body down with a shirt he’d left beside himself on the bed. As his lust evaporated, and the pleasure subsided, there was only one feeling left in his brain.

Guilt.

He looked down at Finn’s peacefully sleeping face, and felt tears trickle down his own eyes.

Oh God. What have I done? What’s wrong with me?

He lay there, berating himself, hating himself. He’d had… urges before. But, he wasn’t a monster. He couldn’t be. He never thought he would do anything with those sinful thoughts.

What kind of person would do this? he asked himself. And in the hour it took him to fall asleep afterwards, while his body fought his mind, he resolved to never do something like this again. The guilt was too much to bear.

Ten nights later, when Finn slept with him for the tenth night in a row, and Archer masturbated beside him for the tenth night in a row, the guilt was starting to subside.

A month later, it was mostly gone.

Finn’s therapist consistently encouraged Archer to try to spend time with Finn. After a loss like the one he had experienced, she said, it would be important for him to be able to form a safe and nurturing relationship with his new caregiver. He needed to learn to trust again, and feel secure again. He needed attention and affection and reassurance. She suggested they do things like play games, do puzzles, and watch movies to build their relationship, and provide Finn with a sense of safety and security.

She probably suggested and said a lot of other things, too. But, well… Archer remembered that particular piece of advice the most. Probably because he found it useful to justify what he did next.

Because he’d had a taste of his perverted desires now. They excited him like nothing else before. His orgasms were intense and powerful, but they always left an empty, aching hunger inside his mind afterwards. He needed more.

In hindsight, what happened between them was probably always going to happen.

“Hey Finn”, Archer said one night as he pulled the mostly naked boy into his arms in bed one night. “You like our cuddles, right?”

“Yeah”, the boy said softly.

“Well... I was thinking we could try a special kind of cuddle. I think it’ll feel nice”.

“Oh?” Finn said, looking up at him curiously.

“Uh huh”, Archer said, smiling warmly, while his heart raced inside his chest with nervous anticipation. “Do you wanna try it?”

“I guess”. That was about as much enthusiasm as the depressed kid ever mustered these days.

“Okay, well... because it’s special, we have to take our clothes off for it”.

Finn didn’t know any better. Archer certainly hadn’t taught him. So he nodded.

Even before they got naked, Archer’s cock was painfully hard at the thought of being naked with this beautiful creature. They abruptly stripped their clothes, and Archer pulled the naked boy into his arms, pressing their crotches together, his rock-hard rocket squishing against Finn’s prepubescent junk. As he let out a blissful sigh, a thought scratched at his mind. Am I taking advantage of a vulnerable kid?

No, this is just a cuddle and a bit of touching, his mind argued back. It’s not gonna hurt him. He enjoys being close to me.

Then, conclusively, one voice much louder than the others reassured him. I fucking need this.

Those words echoed in his mind the rest of the night, and he didn’t argue. He didn’t want to.

“Why is your weenie hard?” Finn asked curiously, innocently.

Archer grabbed hold of Finn’s glorious naked ass and nibbled his lip as he pulled the kid against his hardness. “That just... happens sometimes when you’re happy”, he panted, trying his best to restrain himself. “Is it hurting you?”

“Uh... a little”, the otter replied bluntly. “It’s poking into me”.

“Maybe we could put it between your legs?” Archer offered, helpfully, as a solution.

“Okay”.

A few minutes later they’d both found an agreeable position. Archer on his side, spooning Finn from behind, his cock and knot sandwiched between Finn’s thighs and resting against the kid’s own tiny cock and balls. His cupped the boy’s chest in his hands, holding him close against his own body. In this position, Finn’s was hardly as tall as Archer’s nipples. So small and young. It was so wrong. So fucking good. His cock was already aching to blast, and the coyote was showing it, even if Finn didn’t know what the signals meant. “Ungh... uggghh”, he groaned quietly through his teeth, grinding against the otter’s ass and savouring the feel of the soft, bouncy flesh against his hips. “Guh... uhhhh”.

Then he heard a sound he’d barely heard in months.

Finn giggled.

“You’re making really funny noises”, the otter said, his head pointed back to look at Archer’s face. When the coyote looked down at his as he spoke, he saw Finn smiling with a kind of amusement.

“Heh, shush. It just feels really good”, Archer said back. His heart warmed to see sparks of happiness inside the boy for the first time since the accident. And yet, the true ramifications were a little lost on him in that moment, because there was something more pressing at hand. “Can you do something for me?”

Finn nodded with interest.

“Grab my doodle with your paws and rub it for me”.

After those tiny paws started clumsily stroking Archer’s hard, slippery cock, he only lasted a few minutes, before he groaned helplessly, “Gahhhhh, ughhhhh!” Pleasure took hold and his paws gripped the young child tightly against his quivering body as it succumbed to the glorious wrongness of it all. His mind savoured the sweet feeling of Finn’s soft underage ass against his hips and fuzzy thighs squeezing his rocket, while streams of jizz arched through the air and splattered against his bedsheets, the musky scent of cum immediately hitting his nostrils and mixing with the sweet smell of the kid. He clenched his eyes shut and groaned so hard until there was no breath left in his lungs, as he came so hard it felt like he was going to pass out.

“Whoa”, Finn gasped, before bursting into laughter. “What happened?”

“Keep... rubbing”, the coyote groaned, his slippery rocket twitching like crazy in the kid’s little paws as it continued spurting. “Shit... it’s so gooooooooodddd… ughhhh”.

In that moment, the whole world faded away, and there was only the pleasure he shared with Finn.

When he was finally spent, Finn crawled up the bed to cuddle him properly, the boy’s face nestling just under the coyote’s muzzle. Archer wrapped a tired arm around Finn to hug him, and he gave the boys silky, sandy hair a kiss. Finn rose and fell against Archer’s chest as the coyote panted to regain his breath, and they lay there for a few minutes in naked, slightly sticky embrace -- closer, physically and mentally, than they’d ever been before. If there was any guilt in Archer’s mind that night, he couldn’t find it amidst the glowing, blinding bliss.

“What’d you think of the special cuddle?” he asked Finn, eventually.

The otter looked up at him, giving him a rare carefree smile -- a smile unbound by fear, sadness, or grief. It was beautiful to see. “It was... kinda funny”.

Archer chuckled, stroking Finn’s back. “I’m glad you enjoyed it”.

“What happened to your doodle at the end?”

Glancing over at the impressive mess on the sheets next to their naked bodies, Archer said, “That’s, uhh... that’s called squirting”.

“That was funny”, Finn giggled.

Archer nuzzled the boy’s face affectionately. “Well maybe we can do it again, sometime”.

They did it every night.

If Finn found Archer’s noises and squirting fun and amusing, the coyote was happy to indulge. He wailed and howled as he blasted cum all over Finn’s back when they cuddled in bed the next night, all over the wall when they showered together the next day, all over the floor when they got distracted watching TV the day after that, and all over Finn’s chest when the kid jerked him off at the base of the couch between Archer’s legs the day after that. After the coyote succumbed to his lustful desires, he never looked back.

Maybe it was merely a function of time passing by. Maybe there was something far less sinful he could have found to achieve the same result. Or perhaps there really was something about the acts themselves that did it.

But from then on, Finn started to improve. Months passed, and he started smiling again. He started giggling. He got his appetite back. And slowly, day by day, the darkness in their house lifted. They found joy more readily, and laughed more easily. Archer retrieved his Lego from the cupboard, and together they made a new castle.

They found happiness again. In each other.

When Finn’s next therapist appointment rolled around, Archer knew he needed to have a serious talk with the otter. “Hey Finn”, he said, patting his lap as he sat cross-legged on the couch one evening. “Come here for a moment”.

The otter bounced onto him and wrapped his arms around the coyote in a hug. “What’s up?”

Archer held the kid’s hips steady as he looked into his eyes with an earnest expression. “I love you very much, Finn”.

Finn smiled. “I love you too, Archer”.

Archer smiled in return, even though he was trying to be serious. “You’ve been enjoying our special cuddles, right?”

The otter nodded curiously.

“Well... I enjoy them too. A lot. It’s a really special thing between the two of us. But… they have to be our little secret, okay? No one else can know about them. You can’t tell anyone”.

Finn squinted his eyes. “Why?”

“They wouldn’t understand our relationship, or our love. And because they wouldn’t understand, they would try to stop it.”

“Hmmm”, the otter said, frowning in thought. “Okay. That would be bad”.

“Yeah, it would”, Archer said, smiling softly, a sad tint to his eyes. He reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out two elastic green wristbands. Their designs were intentionally plain, with no writing and no logos, and one was small than the other -- a favour by a friend who worked in manufacturing.

He offered the smaller one to Finn, while he placed the other on his wrist. “But, I thought maybe we could wear these. No one will know what they really mean except us. They can represent our special relationship, our love, and our little secret”.

Finn watched as Archer slipped his own over his hand, and repeated the action with his own. He looked up at the coyote with a spark in his eyes, as he said, “Cool!”

Archer grinned, and cupped the beautiful boy’s face inside his paw. Finn pressed his cheek against Archer’s hand and smiled back. “I love you so much. And I always will. I’m going to look after you forever”, he promised.

Before Finn could reply, the coyote leant forward and planted his lips against the otter’s. He grabbed the back of Finn’s head to hold him in place while they kissed, eyes closed, their breath mixing in their mouths, as he let out a moan of love and need into the boy’s cheeks. Finn tasted like strawberries and smelt like heaven.

Hesitantly, Archer opened his eyes. They hadn’t kissed like this before, and he wasn’t sure what Finn’s reaction would be. But Finn had his eyes closed too -- not tense, but calm and relaxed. His body was loose in Archer’s hands. Clearly, he trusted the coyote completely. And it struck Archer in that moment that it would be his responsibility to serve that trust well -- to love him and take care of him as best he could.

They broke their kiss and pressed their foreheads together, smiling, staring into each other’s eyes. Finn shuffled his hips, his butt knowingly wiggling against an erection Archer hadn’t realised had awoken.

“Wanna squirt?” Finn asked with a playful smirk.

Archer blushed, and pressed his cock against that wondrously soft ass.

* * *


If anything woke the coyote up that second morning in Zavoc’s house, it was the growing sense of pain and sorrow in his heart. Fond memories of the innocent times and secret pleasures he’d been dreaming about melted away. The comfort of his bed melded into the discomfort of sleeping hunched against a wall and sitting on a floor. The blissful sound of Finn’s laughter faded under the choking snores of the nearby boar. The taste of Finn’s sugar-stuck lips sank into the sticky stench of cum in his belly and mouth. His paws instinctively reached to squeeze his otter lover who so often slept in his arms, but they clutched only the air. The image of the beautiful boy he held in his arms disappeared as he opened his tired eyes, and he saw not his lover, but himself -- alone, wounded, and pathetic.

Those things he loved so much with all his heart had been stolen from him by Zavoc.

A fire sparked within Archer’s soul.

What had the coyote done to stop him?

Whined and whimpered and begged. Exactly what he used to do. Exactly what the bull wanted of him. Stupid. Stupid!

Zavoc was right about one thing. Archer was not being the man Finn deserved. Instead, when the bull had revealed his sinister intentions, the coyote had been overwhelmed by shock and fear, and reverted back to a younger version of himself. One who suffered under Zavoc’s hooves, never standing up for himself for fear of retaliation -- of something even worse. Old habits died hard, but Archer felt like his eyes were opening anew this morning.

He’d been stupid. Monumentally idiotic. He was a fucking idiot because he’d failed his lover and put him in danger. He was all of those things. But he was no teenager anymore.

He didn’t care if they raped him or beat him or tortured him. Nothing else mattered more than Finn.

His lover.

His lover.

Zavoc saw only the worst of Archer. The weakest part. A frightened teenager. But he was so much more than that.

He was a man.

Because a man would care for Finn for years because the boy had no one else. A man would soothe the boy at three o’clock in the morning when he screamed after nightmares about his parents. A man would pay for therapy for the boy to help him, even on a dwindling income. A man would bite his tongue when a boy broke his things in outbursts of grief and anger to hug him and hold him close instead. A man would give up his fucking future to become a caregiver to a boy who needed it.

And a man would never complain about any of it, because he loved the cub so much. Because it was worth it for that boy.

The boy who cuddled up to him at night. The boy he’d shared unimaginable pleasures with. The boy he stole secret, naughty kisses from. The boy who squealed and bounced adorably with excitement at food and games, and made Archer laugh and smile more than anyone or anything else. The beautiful boy who gave his life meaning.

Archer clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He would not let Zavoc take that from him.

He raised his wrist and eyed the handcuffs the bull had lazily latched around his hand. The arrogant, presumptuous bull thought so little of him he had barely checked to make sure they were tight enough.

The coyote twisted around and planted his feet against the couch. Then, in a rush of rage, blind to pain, he pushed back against the couch as hard as he could. His arm went taut against the cuffs, and still he pushed, feeling the metal strain against his paw through the padding. He cared not whether it was the cuffs that broke first, or his hand. Either way, he would push until he was free.

The metal ring crushed his knuckles, but eventually the sex toy slid free and clattered against the carpet, while the coyote fell flat against the carpet.

In an instant, Archer was on his feet. He plodded out of the room, not turning back to even consider whether Brandt or Nakk had awakened at the noise he made. They couldn’t stop him now. Nothing could.

He came to the front door. Had Zavoc bothered locking it this time?

It didn’t really matter. What was he to do? Run to the police and tell them some horrible bull was molesting the kid only he was supposed to molest?

There was a metal baseball bat beside the door.

Archer picked it up and stomped towards Zavoc’s bedroom, heart thumping hard in his chest, adrenaline soothing his sorrow for the first time since their ordeal had begun. He threw the door open and let it hit the wall, holding the bat aloft in front of him as he stepped inside.

He found Finn asleep, nuzzled inside the bull’s arm with his head resting on Zavoc’s chest. The cub awoke with a sudden start at the noise of the door and looked towards him with wide eyes. The bovine, meanwhile, appeared to have already been awake and simply lying in bed, enjoying having the naked boy snuggled against him, as he rested propped up against the headboard. His eyes widened too upon Archer’s intrusion, but otherwise, the smug bastard’s serene face changed very little.

Archer stomped forward, bat angled directly towards the bull. “Enough!” he snapped, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed heavily. “We’re leaving”.

“Well… good morning, Archer”, the bull said slowly, while a smile crept across his face that showed amusement more than anything else.

“Shut up!” the coyote growled, taking another step forward and gesturing his weapon in the air between them. “You had your fun. Now let Finn go!”

“Oh? Or what?” the bull said sharply, finally sitting upright. He moved his legs towards the edge of the bed, ready to stand up if he needed to. His muscular arm still held Finn against his body, and the otter stared at Archer in shock and confusion.

Archer bared his teeth. Zavoc could try to intimidate him, but he was not going to back down. Not anymore. Not ever again. “I’m leaving”, he repeated. “And I’m taking Finn”.

The bull chuckled and then breathed a deep, easy sigh. “Alright. Go right ahead. Take him”, he said. But he made no effort to release the boy from his grip, the implication clear.

He had no idea of the rage flaring inside the coyote. Archer wrapped both paws around the handle of his weapon and raised it near his head, ready to swing. He growled threateningly to offer Zavoc one final chance to let the boy go, but the bull didn’t budge.

Fine. He was going to do it. He was going to hit him. He was going to fight for what he loved. His muscles tensed. Fear nor cowardice would stop him any longer. Nothing would.

Except, Finn sprang forward from Zavoc’s grasp and squealed at him to “Stop!”

And in that moment, the bull was suddenly upon him, throwing him back against the wall and wrenching the bat from his grasp. Archer screamed with rage and fought back against the beast, but it was too late. The huge dark fur pinned him in place with his huge muscular body and growled in Archer’s face, “Did you forget what you are, bitch?”

“No, I remembered it!” he snapped back, matching the bull’s piercing gaze with his own fiery eyes.

The bull’s face twisted in a sneer. “We’ll see about that”.

Leaving Finn whimpering in fear atop the bed, Zavoc dragged Archer out to the living room and tossed the scrambling coyote atop his waking friends.

As Brandt and Nakk grunted in tired confusion, Zavoc grunted an order. “Watch the dog for me. I need a minute. Gotta comfort an upset kid… and get something ready”. The two fat furs asked him what he meant, but the bull stomped out of the room without a word, leaving the three alone. Archer moved to run after him, but the bull’s dumb obedient grunts grabbed him and threw him to the ground. Before he could get back up, a heavy bear paw pinned him in place.

“The fuck’s gotten into you?” the bear growled.

“He’s throwing a tantrum. Poor little baby have a nightmare?” Nakk teased, chuckling to himself.

A growl grew inside Archer’s throat until he snapped his muzzle forward and tried to sink his teeth into the bear’s leg. His body was so squished, however, that he only managed to nip Brandt’s skin.

It was still enough to send the bear into a rage. Nothing made him angrier than those he viewed as beneath him not knowing their place.

The two fat furs beat him for his insolence, but he didn’t stop fighting back. It made them even rougher. But still, even when it earnt him more pain, and even when it was totally useless, he didn’t stop struggling. He’d finally gained clarity.

He had to fight. He had to try. There was a point in that, even if it seemed pointless, even if he ultimately failed, because he owed that to the boy he loved.

An hour had passed, or perhaps two, by the time Zavoc returned. He ordered his two friends to throw Archer on the couch and step aside, and the bruised, groaning coyote looked up to see the bull with a look of disdain across his face, holding Finn against his chest, the otter’s ass perched atop his arm. The otter looked down at his boyfriend, and for a moment, dipped his head in a look of shame. A sudden sense of dread crept through the coyote’s veins like poison.

No matter. He resolved that there was nothing Zavoc, Brandt, or Nakk could do that would stop him from fighting for what he loved anymore.

Little did he know that it wasn’t those three he needed to worry about.

“I don’t care… what you say”, the coyote panted. “I’m not letting--”

“Shhhhhhh”, the bull said. “Finn has something he wants to tell you, and I really think you should listen to him”.

Archer paused, as he noticed Finn shyly open his mouth. The otter did indeed want to speak.

“Archer…” the otter mumbled. “Zavoc’s been doing stuff with me, and… and I like it… I like it a lot. And he said that we should…” The otter blushed intensely and hid his face behind a nervous paw. “Well, he explained something to me, and I want to do it. He said that it’d feel… that it would be…”

The bull nuzzled him gently, encouragingly, while a pleased smile grew across his face. “It’s okay kid, just say it”.

Finn slowly raised his head to look Archer in the eyes, and said, “He told me what sex is. I… I want to do it with him. I want Zavoc to fuck me. I want him to squirt inside my ass”.

Above him, the bull exploded into a grin. He leant towards Finn’s ear and whispered, “Good boy”, and the otter smiled in response, so happy to have pleased the beast. Then, the bull stepped forward, planting his legs either side of Archer’s lower half, the huge cock between his thighs already starting to throb to life.

“After all these years, you finally found a spine”, Zavoc said darkly, in a low voice, shaking his head at the coyote. “What a shame it was too late”.

A cold wind moved through Archer’s body, and snuffed out the fire inside his heart in an instant.



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