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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.\n\nThe art for this story chapter is here: https://inkbunny.net/s/2123488\n\nPrevious chapter: https://inkbunny.net/s/2117869\nNext chapter: https://inkbunny.net/s/2129358\n\n[b][color=#73d216]**[url=ko-fi.com/dasherslash]Donate[/url]**[/color]\n\n[color=#729fcf]**[url=https://twitter.com/DasherSlash]Twitter[/url]**[/color]\n\n[color=#ef2929]**[url=https://t.me/DasherSlash]Telegram[/url]**[/color][/b]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "It's finally time for Zavoc to truly take his revenge.

As a light is shone upon their history, things aren't so black and white.

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Did you really believe Archer?



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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What had happened for his beautiful boyfriend to ask for the bull who had raped and tortured both of them for days to... do [i]that[/i][i][/i] to him? \n\nHe lay there on his back, his upper body on the couch while his lower half dangled below, as Zavoc dropped the otter onto his hands and knees on top of coyote -- Finn’s cute face oblivious to his turmoil. To Archer, searching for sense inside his little lover’s green eyes was like falling down a cliff-side into darkness, paws scrambling at the harsh rock, looking for something to grab onto, some kind of answer to help him. To save him. \n\nHe kept on falling.\n\nThere was no solace from the otter. As the cub crouched there on top of Archer, the coyote [i]wanted[/i][i][/i] to see distress, to show that he was being forced to do this. But Finn showed no tears. No gritted teeth. No wincing eyes. He wasn’t being forced. To his despair, those words came out of the cub’s mouth willingly.\n\nInstead, Archer could find only the opposite of distress. Finn breathed calmly, his muscles were relaxed, and his face was excited, with sparkling eyes and a happy smile. All signs that the kid [i]wanted[/i][i][/i] this. It made an insulting contrast to the army of emotions fighting inside Archer at that moment. \n\n[i]Confusion[/i][i][/i]. It was so frustrating. If he could just put the pieces together, he might be able to say the right thing to stop this. But as hard as he was trying, he didn’t even know where to start. Somewhere along the way, something inside of Finn had changed dramatically, and he’d started... enjoying the bull’s company. \n\n[i]Fear[/i][i][/i]. He felt it bubbling in his gut, a feeling that brought him back to his adolescence. What was Zavoc going to do? He was a giant bull with a giant cock, and Finn was a little boy.\n\n[i]Anger[/i][i][/i]. He’d been forced to watch Zavoc play with Finn for days. Taunting others and flaunting the boy’s body. It wasn’t fair.\n\n[i]Despair[/i][i][/i]. Creeping across his heart. Finn was [i]his[/i][i][/i] boyfriend. And of all the things the trio of bullies had done to him so far, fucking the poor kid in his ass would be the worst. His virginity would be gone forever, crudely stolen by someone else. Finn was still a boy, sure, but his virginity deserved to go to his longtime boyfriend and lover.\n\nAnd bubbling underneath it all.\n\n[i]Lust[/i][i][/i]… \n\nThe lust made him angry at himself. And the anger made him despair because he couldn’t do anything about it. And the despair made him scared about what would happen between them after Zavoc forced his way between Finn and Archer, and between the cub’s little butt cheeks at the same time -- that giant dick inside that tiny young ass.\n\nAnd that made him horny -- a thought which he tried very hard to push out of his head.\n\nZavoc, standing there at Archer’s feet, grinning arrogantly, gave Finn’s cheek a gentle stroke, and asked the question Archer had been panicking to figure out himself. “Why do you want me to fuck you, baby boy?” he said, a tone of amusement casually surfing the deep waves of his voice. Finn broke eye contact and lowered his head, but Zavoc nudged the boy’s chin upwards again with the back of his hand. “Tell him. It’s for his own good”.\n\nIf the bull wanted Finn to say it, Archer knew it was something he didn’t want to hear.\n\nWith an embarrassed frown, Finn looked into Archer’s eyes and spoke softly. “Zavoc says he’s gonna make me feel really good. He says he’s gonna make me feel better than anything we’ve done yet, and…” The otter chewed his lip and hesitated. Archer saw his own sadness mirrored in Finn’s eyes.\n\n“And what?” the bull prompted, his grin intensifying.\n\nFinn sighed, but looked back at the coyote. “He says you’d never be able to make me feel as good as he can, because he’s manlier. He says the first time I get fucked is really important, and so… I want him to do it”.\n\nIt felt as though Archer’s chest was caving in on itself. [i]And do you believe him?[/i][i][/i] he thought. But couldn’t bring himself to say it, fearing the answer.\n\nAs though Zavoc had a laser sight targeted on Archer’s pain, the bull spoke the question instead. “Do you believe me?”\n\nThe coyote’s eyes widened, watching the otter’s face intensely as the boy frowned and didn’t respond right away. “Finn, [i]please[/i][i][/i]”, he said, using all the air that was left in his lungs. He’d looked after the kid, day and night, for years, with endless patience, and unceasing love. He’d given so much of himself for the boy. In the space of a couple days, surely Finn wouldn’t take their rapist’s poisoned words over his own lovers.\n\nFinn nodded with sad yet adamant eyes. “I believe him. I want him to squirt inside me. I really want it”.\n\nWhen he heard his boyfriend say that, Archer was overwhelmed with sadness. And then, when he heard Zavoc laugh happily to himself -- that smug fucking asshole who’d bullied the fear of death into him as a teen -- that sadness was trampled by anger. The coyote clenched his fists and bared his teeth and looked his boyfriend in the eyes. He’d rolled over for too much and for too long. He wasn’t going to let [i]this[/i][i][/i] happen without a fight. “Finn, listen to me. Zavoc’s trying to tear us apart. Whatever he’s said to you… He wants to hurt me, so he’s lying to you, alright? All this stuff he’s doing, it’s to get back at me because he hates me, okay? Trust me. I don’t want you to do this. Please. You can’t listen to him!”\n\nThe bull chuckled quietly and confidently. And Nakk and Brandt, sitting to the side and watching their leader do what he did best, sniggered quietly to themselves as well. They knew this was what Zavoc had been waiting for all this time, and seemed quite content to let him have the stage. Archer glared up at the bull furiously, surprised even now at how smug and arrogant the bull was despite his heartful pleading.\n\nAnd yet, he soon understood Zavoc’s confidence -- he knew much more than Archer did. In that moment, it was Finn who finally put the pieces of the puzzle together for him, because he responded to the coyote not with surprise, or confusion, but with anger in kind. And it exploded out of him to an extent that the coyote hadn’t seen since the kid was in the midst of grieving for his dead family.\n\n“No, [i]you[/i][i][/i] lied to me Archer!” the otter yelled suddenly. “You said you’d always look after me, but you didn’t stop [i]anyone[/i][i][/i] from hurting me! You let those big jerks do really mean things to me!” His eyes hardened in a way that pierced the coyote’s soul. “And you never made me squirt. You said it was because I was too young, and… and you were trying to protect me? But that’s stupid! You’re wrong! Zavoc could make me squirt, and it was the best thing ever. It felt so [i]good[/i][i][/i]. How come you got to squirt every day but you never did it for me? That’s just selfish! It’s not fair!”\n\nLips trembling and eyes open wide, Archer said quietly, “Finn, no…” and reached to stroke the boy’s furious face.\n\nBut Finn recoiled. “Zavoc didn’t lie to me”, he said in a cold voice, tears running down his sweet little face -- the tears of a boy who felt betrayed and let down by someone he loved. “Zavoc’s big and strong, and he protected me, and he made me feel really really good, just like he said he would!”\n\nArcher, feeling his boyfriend’s pain, felt tears welling in his eyes too. They washed away the confusion, and he finally realised where he’d gotten it all so very wrong. \n\nThe reason Zavoc was so scary was that his strength was matched by his mind. When someone like Brandt was angry, he’d pull out his fists and punch and snarl at things until he felt better. The bear was dangerous, but the kinds of bruises he gave people healed after a week or a month or so. What set Zavoc apart from men like Brandt was that he found a perverse pleasure in identifying the very thing that would hurt someone the most, and he had the patience to put into action the steps he needed to exploit it. He planned and calculated and manipulated, because when the pay-off finally happened, the wounds he caused would cut deep into your very soul.\n\nWhen Archer had been outed as gay at school, he’d been targeted by all three of the bigger furs in their own way. Nakk was a dumb, selfish jerk, and the worst he did when he wasn’t following Zavoc’s orders was call Archer names and repeat the same kind of stupid jokes anyone else with half a brain could have thought of. Brandt combined sadism with disdain, and he would shove and punch and threaten… but nothing the bear ever did kept Archer awake at night for months, like the things Zavoc did. \n\nZavoc had Brandt’s ferocity and Nakk’s lust for humiliation, but he tempered his desires with self-control. And from the moment Archer was outed, Zavoc seemed determined to make Archer suffer. Sure, he’d taunted, and laughed, and wounded like the others, but over time, things got much worse, as though he was watching and learning from Archer’s reactions. Each new prank or interaction was like an experiment that helped him figure out what made Archer tick. And it didn’t take him long to find the very best way of torturing the small, shy, coyote, who was insecure and embarrassed about his sexuality.\n\nBefore long, he found it. Zavoc made Archer’s sexuality the very instrument of his suffering.\n\nThe arrogant bull had flaunted his body, and pressed himself against Archer, and flexed in front of him, and walked around naked in the locker room in front of him. When the bull did things like stuff Archer’s belongings down his own underwear and force the coyote to fish around the bull’s meaty dick to get them back, young Archer couldn’t help but get hard. And that was the point. There was something infinitely more hurtful about having a boner for the person who was bullying you, and doubly so when it was pointed out to an entire room of your peers. That was what tormented the coyote at night -- even though he would cry, what right did he have to be upset when some part of him enjoyed what was happening? \n\nThe things Brandt and Nakk did made Archer hate both of them. \n\nBut the things Zavoc did made Archer hate himself.\n\nNow, the coyote cursed himself for not realising that it was happening all over again, on such a bigger, deeper scale than he had expected. From the moment he’d encountered Zavoc in the cafe yesterday, the bovine had been playing him all over again. Like with everything else Zavoc did, there had been a plan behind it all. There always was. \n\nThe coyote cared about Finn more than anything else in the world. The little otter was Archer’s everything. And Zavoc teased that out of him. From the beginning, the bull had made it clear he was going to hurt Archer by using Finn against him, the same way he’d used Archer’s sexuality against him years before. Archer had thought that meant raping the poor kid, but no… that wasn’t good enough for the vengeful bull. What was even worse than that?\n\nArcher no longer needed to know all the pieces of the puzzle, because he could already see the final, terrible picture. \n\nWhat if their captor could turn Finn against his lover? What if, instead of forcefully raping Finn, the otter actually [i]wanted[/i][i][/i] the bull to fuck him? What if the one thing that made Archer happy above all else, the boy the Archer loved with all his heart, came to resent him?\n\n[i]Zavoc’s big and strong, and he protected me, and he made me feel really really good, just like he said he would![/i][i][/i]\n\nArcher almost burst out laughing behind his tears as the realisation struck him.\n\nSo that’s how the bull had sold it to him. Of course. Zavoc had protected the kid from the very environment he had [i]created[/i][i][/i], from the very people he had [i]invited over[/i][i][/i], and from the very impulsive bear he had [i]antagonised[/i][i][/i] by teasing with Finn’s body. The bull had intentionally made the poor kid scared so [i]he[/i][i][/i] could save him when Archer couldn’t.\n\nAnd the coyote had known something was wrong in his gut when he saw those soft, intimate moments between the two. Now he knew the bull had been sowing lies and winning the otter over. In those whispered private moments, Zavoc had taken control.\n\nArcher didn’t know what else he could have done. Whether from fatigue or fear or a misplaced desire to protect him, the coyote had failed to explain things in the brief moments he shared with Finn. What could he have said that would have made a difference, anyway? The otter was too young to comprehend the history and the context of Archer’s pain and Zavoc’s manipulations. He couldn’t see the subtleties. He couldn’t understand Archer’s well-meaning intentions, or Zavoc’s sinister purpose. He was simply too young to understand what was happening -- how reality was being twisted around him. But he wasn’t too young to understand pleasure. And the powerful new feelings that Zavoc had given him in form of a sexual awakening were a far more convincing argument than the complicated wordy stuff Archer had barely been able to sputter.\n\nWhat hope did he have? Zavoc had all the cards before Archer even knew a game was being played. \n\nAs Finn sniffled, Zavoc stroked the boy’s hair gently to soothe him. “Shh, Finn, it’s alright. You have a right to be angry at him. He’s a selfish little sissy”. His voice was loaded with sympathy, but behind the otter, his eyes were dark, and he boasted an evil, triumphant smile.\n\nThe coyote crumbled underneath them, all hope gone. Zavoc was simply so much better than him. He couldn’t deny it, or fight back, because how could he fight for Finn when the otter was already on the bull’s team?\n\nHe looked at his lover, bent over Archer’s body, offering his sweet little ass to the bull behind him, with eyes tinged by disappointment, resentment, and fury.\n\nAnd he looked up at his tormentor, standing proudly there with an elated smirk, one hand on his hips and the other lubing up his goliath of a cock with sloppy precum and aiming it at the kid otter’s hole.\n\nArcher’s heart shrivelled under the pain and begged to just die. \n\nAnd his cock emerged from his sheath.\n\n[center]* * *[/center][center][/center]\n\nWhen Zavoc lay in bed at night, he would picture Archer’s face looking much like it looked like now. That dumb little mouth quivering, those weak, wet little eyes dribbling, those ears folded backwards under the overwhelming weight of pain and hopelessness. God, it made his cock just as hard as the sight of the plump, underage age ass wiggling in front of his cock.\n\nThe sense of power he felt standing there was incredible -- towering over Archer with the coyote’s boyfriend just begging for his giant cock. Zavoc wanted to make this last forever. He wanted to memorise Archer’s misery and the beauty of what he’d been able to achieve by turning the coyote’s boyfriend against him. It was cruel and clever and perfect, and he was downright fucking proud of himself.\n\nBut after teasing this kid’s hole for hours and hours in anticipation of this moment, even he couldn’t hold on much longer. His cock was dribbling more precum than he could make use of as lube, with the rest spattering onto Archer’s thighs below, and it was aching for release at last.\n\nIn fact, every part of Zavoc was aching for release. His cock, his fists, his fuckin soul. He’d been waiting for this for so very long. It was finally time to make it happen. He was finally going to have his revenge.\n\n“Please Zavoc”, the pathetic little fuck on the couch begged him with a sad-croaky voice, blinking away tears. “I know you hate me, and I get it. But he’s just a kid. He hasn’t done anything wrong. And he’s had a rough life. He doesn’t deserve this. You know what this’ll do to him…” Archer’s voice faded, letting Zavoc fill in the gaps rather than say what he really meant in front of Finn.\n\nAw, was the coyote implying that plowing a nine-year-old in the ass with a big fat bull cock would have long-term consequences on his development -- that it would warp his brain and expectations and sexuality and life forever?\n\nWas that meant to… [i]discourage[/i][i][/i] him?\n\nThat was the fucking point. Zavoc snorted so hard the gold ring in his nostrils jiggled. “Don’t worry, Arch. I’ll give him what you can’t”, he said, stroking his huge sloppy cock back and forth in clear sight of the coyote’s fearful eyes. “Finn’s gonna [i]love[/i][i][/i] this”. \n\nA wave a dismay washed over Archer’s face that in turn bathed Zavoc’s body in a warm sense of satisfaction. Finn looked up at him curiously, not really understanding what they were talking about, and Zavoc just patted his hair softly. The shift in the little otter’s body brought Finn’s hands into the bull’s vision where they were planted on top of Archer’s chest, and that gave Zavoc an idea.\n\nOn Finn’s left wrist was the green wristband he’d been wearing since they’d met. It was identical to the one Archer was wearing too. Zavoc didn’t know exactly what they meant, but given the two boyfriends were wearing matching ones, they clearly meant [i]something[/i][i][/i].\n\nHe leant forward to hook a finger into Finn’s wristband and tug it forward to try to free it from Finn’s paw. The otter whimpered something unhappily and resisted, confirming the bull’s suspicions, but Zavoc said, “Shh, it’s alright, trust me”. And such was the trust that he’d constructed within Finn that the otter slowly and reluctantly raised his hand to allow the bull to pull his wristband free.\n\nArcher grimaced as the bull looked at him with his cock in one hand and the wristband in the other. Grinning, Zavoc said, “I just wanna make sure I’m extra fucking hard for this”. Then he tucked his fingers into the wristband to spread it open, and slid it over his cock head and down his shaft. His pole was so slippery with cock-slop that it slid all the way down to the base before meeting his ball sack. Then he pulled the stretchy band open wide enough to pass his heavy nuts through, not really taking much care at all to avoid snapping the apparently important band. When it was done, Finn’s wristband was no more than a cock-ring for the bull’s dick.\n\nAnd the otter himself was about to be a cocksleeve for that dick too.\n\nHe smacked the kid’s tiny ass, wrapped his huge hand around the kid’s tiny waist, and then tugged the tiny little otter butt backwards towards his gigantic bovine cock head. Grinning arrogantly, he looked at Archer’s face, wanting so badly to drink in his misery, but the coyote was watching his lover’s face instead, which Zavoc decided was actually even better. He slid his dick between the boy’s chubby cheeks and kissed the kid’s tiny, smooth hole with his oozing cock slit. As he started gently pushing into it, Finn reflexively clenched and met the bull’s cock head with impossible tightness.\n\n“Shhhhhhh, relax baby boy”, the bull said gently, stroking the boy’s hair in the spot he knew he liked. Obediently, the otter nodded, and even arched his back a bit to signal he wanted the bull to keep trying. Such a good little boy he’d become. Zavoc smirked and used his hand to angle his dick against the boy’s hole and slowly press into it again. The sight of the preteen’s little ass against his mammoth cock was almost ludicrous to behold -- though it was certainly sexy as hell. His cock slit burped out a helpful slippery glob to help its owner give it what it desperately wanted.\n\nHe pulled the kid backwards against his cock slowly but firmly, and as his dark cock started to sink into the sandy yellow fuzzy flesh, Finn whimpered loudly, and Zavoc groaned. He felt his edged-sensitive cock head slowly enter the boy’s beautiful hole, stretching it to its limits, hugged by incredibly tight and wonderfully warm walls. His cock throbbed so hard it threatened to raise and pull itself out of the hole it was enjoying so much, so Zavoc had to keep it angled downwards with a firm grip.\n\n“[i]Nnnnghhh… Uhhhhhh…. Hhuughh[/i][i][/i]”, Finn groaned as cock entered him for the first time. Zavoc could see his little paws gripping Archer’s chest fur intensely, and with every exclamation the walls of his ass tightened almost painfully around the bull’s cock. Though Zavoc had been preparing him for hours, his fingers couldn’t compare to the girth of his mightily fat dick. More than anything, every time Finn squeezed Zavoc’s dick with his insides in time with his boyish moans, it was a hot reminder of just how small -- and young -- he was. \n\nZavoc kept pushing deeper, a tiny fraction at a time. “It’s alright, you’ll get used to it”, he said through gritted teeth.\n\nHe’d have to. Zavoc wasn’t gonna stop. \n\nNakk moved closer to the bull’s side, eyes wide with hunger and lust and trained on the bull’s dick entering Finn’s ass. “[i]Fuck… Fucking fuck yeah[/i][i][/i]”, he slobbered in a mindless tone. “Is he tight? I bet he’s soooo tight”.\n\n“He’s nine years old, fatso”, Zavoc grunted. “What do you think?”\n\n“[i]Mmmmmmmnnngh[/i][i][/i]”, the boar just moaned, oblivious to the insult, rubbing his dick and licking his lips, staring in a daze.\n\nBehind the boar, Brandt was watching too, with a kind of focused scowl that suggested he was jealous as well. Zavoc almost felt a little bad for the poor guy. The bull was doing what he’d teased Brandt with for hours in front of him. But Zavoc was the alpha here and he got what he wanted above anyone else.\n\n“[i]Guhh… Uggghh…[/i][i][/i]” The young otter whimpered, his head hanging low as he squeezed his hands into fists through his boyfriend’s fur. “It’s... too big”.\n\n“You’re... [i]nngh[/i][i][/i]... fine, baby boy”, Zavoc grunted. “You’re doing great”. Fuck, this wasn’t [i]just[/i][i][/i] the hottest thing he’d ever done, he’d also essentially been edging his fucking dick the hours he’d been lying on the couch, fingers inside the kid, listening to his high-pitched little whimper, imagining his dick inside of him instead. Now that it was here, and he was probing the kid’s tight hole with his aching rod, it was bliss.\n\nArcher seemed to not be sharing Zavoc’s pleasure for some reason. “Fucking hell”, the coyote said with a despairing voice, running his hands through his hair and pulling on it nervously. His face was painted with pain and sorrow, his eyes open wide and taking in every horrible detail of his young boyfriend getting fucked. “Zavoc, please!” he pointlessly whined yet again. “I’m sorry!” He looked at the bull with pathetic, pleading eyes, as though that would make a difference. “I’m so sorry for what I did, alright?”\n\nBrandt snorted with laughter. He was probably enjoying Archer’s misery more than seeing Finn getting fucked. “Oh shut up Archer”, the bear growled. “You have the most annoying fucking faggot voice I’ve ever heard”.\n\nBut Zavoc raised a hand towards Brandt and said, “No. I wanna hear it”. While the bear raised his eyebrows in confusion, Zavoc kinked his head to the side curiously and looked at the coyote expectantly. \n\n[i]If there’s ever a time to finally admit it, it’s now.[/i][i][/i]\n\n“[i]Why[/i][i][/i] are you sorry, Archer?” he snapped in a condescending tone. “Tell me. What exactly are you sorry about, huh?”\n\nThe question seemed to catch Archer off guard, and he frowned, as though he was trying to figure out if this was a trick question. It was actually a very simple one, but Zavoc suspected he was going to get it wrong like he always had. The little prick.\n\nWith a hesitant expression, Archer stuttered, “I… I… I’m sorry for telling people what you--”\n\n“Grrrrrrrrrr… No!” the bull growled, his hands growing tighter. “Spell it out, you little fuck. Tell me what happened! And what you did! And why you’re sorry! [i]Mmngh[/i][i][/i]. I wanna hear you say it!”\n\nArcher regarded him with confusion, as did Brandt and Nakk. But this was important to Zavoc. It was where this all began, where everything went wrong for him. It was more important than anyone else in the room knew. \n\nUnless, that was, Archer finally recognised the truth. He’d given the coyote every opportunity, after all. It was now or never.\n\nAs Archer opened his mouth, the bull paused what he was doing with Finn and listened, watching with intense eyes, his heart lurching in his chest. The otter whimpered and twitched quietly, shivering on the tip of his cock.\n\nWith what looked like great pain, teary-eyed, Archer choked out the words, “I stayed after school to go swimming one day when I was fifteen. And when I was getting changed in the locker room afterwards, you…” The coyote grimaced and shook his head, sending tears running down his cheeks. “Fuck! Why are you making me--”\n\n“[i]Say it[/i][i][/i]!” Zavoc roared, sending the whole room into silence.\n\nArcher jolted with fear at the bull’s voice and shrank into the couch a little. He looked away and then closed his eyes shut hard, breathing deeply, looking he was trying to compose or calm himself. The little fucking wimp. After a ragged, deep breath, Archer opened his mouth again, and he finally spoke those heavy words that carried a weight even he couldn’t comprehend. “You came into the locker room, and… and you pushed me into a stall, and you ripped my pants down, and you…” \n\nArcher swallowed hard, his words catching in his throat for a moment. \n\n“You forced your dick inside my ass. You [i]raped[/i][i][/i] my ass, Zavoc. Fucking hell”. The coyote clenched his eyes and sniffled. “It was too far, and I told people what happened, and the… the police, and--”\n\n“Grrrrrr! Fuck!” Zavoc yelled, a sudden rush of anger storming his body. He dropped forward, cramming his cock inside Finn, wanting to and making him scream, and punched downwards with all his strength. His fist landed inches from Archer’s face and stayed there, buried in the couch cushion, vibrating with hot, angry energy. He leant forward so his face was in front of Archer’s, and huffed air furiously through his nostrils. The coyote froze with fear at Zavoc’s sudden outburst of rage, and he had good reason to be. More than ever, Zavoc wanted to wrap his strong hands around that little neck and fucking squeeze until Archer stopped breathing.\n\nEven more than that, though, he wanted the little bitch to understand.\n\n“For fuck’s sake, Archer!” he growled through his teeth. “You’re still that much of a fucking coward? After all this time? [i]Seriously[/i][i][/i]?”\n\nArcher opened his mouth but quickly closed it again, eyes wide open, trembling underneath the bull. Meanwhile, Finn squirmed and wailed underneath the bull, his limbs slapping and pushing against his boyfriend. But the kid was sandwiched and wasn’t going anywhere whether he liked it or not -- if not for the immense weight on top of him, then for the gigantic bull cock forced at least halfway inside of him and impaling him in place.\n\nZavoc pressed his ringed nostrils against the coyote’s, getting as close as he could to the little wimp, as though that would help what he was about to say sink into Archer’s thick fucking skull. “You think I hate you because you told on me for raping you?”\n\nThe coyote, though petrified by fear, nodded quickly in response.\n\n“You fucking idiot!” Zavoc snapped.\n\nArcher’s eyes slowly focused on the bull’s. “Wh-what…”\n\n“So your story’s [i]still[/i][i][/i] that the big ol’ mean bull forced you into the toilets -- [i]you[/i][i][/i], the innocent little unwilling victim -- and left you broken and traumatised after I’d had my vicious way with you?”\n\nArcher’s mouth grew increasingly wider until the bitch finally found his voice. “You did! You made me bleed, Zavoc! I couldn’t breathe because you wrapped your fuckin arm around my throat and choked me! I thought you were gonna kill me!”\n\nZavoc clenched his teeth shut and felt another wave of anger surge through his body. “Archer… Why do you think… [i]Ugghhhhh[/i][i][/i]! If I’d raped you, if I’d [i]truly[/i][i][/i] raped you, and you’d told someone what happened… [i]I could fucking deal with that[/i][i][/i]! It would be my own fucking fault for getting caught, okay? But that’s [i]not[/i][i][/i] what happened, is it? [i]Is it[/i][i][/i]!”\n\nArcher stared at him blankly, open-mouthed. \n\nHe’d failed. Again. At his final opportunity. His one last chance.\n\nZavoc snorted with contempt. Fine. He’d spell it out then. Breathing rapidly, riding a wave of rage, deep inside a kid’s ass, staring the coyote down an inch from his muzzle, the bull sneered and growled. “Tell me, Archer. How many times did you stare at my body, drooling, with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, when you thought I wasn’t looking? How many times did you get a little boner looking at me in the locker room? How many times did you [i]enjoy[/i][i][/i] me pinning you against a wall and pressing my muscles against your body?” His voice rose in volume and intensity alongside his anger. \n\nThe coyote shook his head furiously, eyes clenched shut, dribbling tears, and screamed, “Stop!” But for all his distress, that wasn’t an answer.\n\nFinn, too, hearing the loud angry voices, tried to crawl forwards off the bull’s cock. The poor thing really had no idea about the history he’d been getting himself into. He groaned weakly, “[i]No, this is[/i][i][/i]--” But in the midst of his rage, the bull wasn’t about to let Archer’s boyfriend off the hook. He grabbed hold of the kid’s hips and wrenched him back onto his cock even further, digging deep into the kid’s insides even further than before, and causing him to let out a very satisfying scream. In that moment, he couldn’t remember why he was taking it easy on this kid instead of fucking him bloody. That’s what Archer deserved.\n\n“Be honest with me, cunt”, he continued, not taking his eyes off the pitiful dog. “For once, be honest with me! [i]Tell me[/i][i][/i]! Did you ever wish you could just grab hold of my fat cock? Did you ever rub your little dick at night while you in bed at night thinking about me and my body? [i]Did you ever fuckin fantasise about me bending you over and shoving my dick inside you[/i][i][/i]?!” In a voice so loud it rippled the coyote’s face-fur, he yelled, “When I fucked you, didn’t you shoot your load all over the bathroom floor? Didn’t you cum, screaming, [i]twice[/i][i][/i], while my cock was deep inside you?” He slammed his fist into the couch again. “[i]Fucking twice[/i][i][/i]!”\n\nArcher hid his face behind his paws, holding sobs back with his palms. “Shut up! Shut up! I--I couldn’t… My body, I…”\n\nZavoc grabbed the coyote’s hands and wrenched them aside, staring into his face. “Admit it!” he yelled. “Tell me you wanted it!”\n\nThe coyote, awash with misery, quivering, shook his head left to right. “[i]No[/i][i][/i]… I…”\n\nZavoc smacked him across the head with the back of his hand. “You little fucking… [i]grrrr[/i][i][/i]!” Archer just yelped and hid his head behind his hands again, like the little pussy he was. Now, and always, he couldn’t admit what he truly was.\n\nThen there was complete silence in the room, even from Finn, though the kid twitched and wiggled, teeth clenched, struggling to deal with the immense cock inside of him. Zavoc stood up straight once more and took a deep breath, exhaling it out of his nostrils, releasing some of his rage, returning to himself. His heart thumped and his cock throbbed, though his fists started to loosen. To the side, he could feel Brandt’s and Nakk’s eyes on him. They were learning the true story for the first time, too. After all, it had been easier to let them believe it was rape than explain… the truth. He didn’t turn to look at them. They didn’t matter.\n\nThe coyote just lay there on the couch, shaking, still hiding behind his hands. The bull suspected -- no, [i]knew[/i][i][/i] -- it was more out of shame than fear. Zavoc had gotten his answer, unsurprising and disappointing as it was. As much as he had hoped otherwise, the coward continued to let him down.\n\nAnd now Archer had an answer too, whether he liked it or not. \n\nIt was time.\n\nHe slid his hands over his pecs and down his abs, slowly, appreciating his own power, until they arrived at Finn’s little hips. He gripped them with both hands and slid his cock out, slowly, almost all the way, making the kid groan with every inch.\n\nAnd then he drove it back in again as far as it would go -- those soft, round cheeks eclipsing two thirds of his dark shaft. “Gahh! Shit!” Finn screamed weakly, like Zavoc had pushed the air out of his lungs via his cock, as he fell forward onto his boyfriend. Flexing his powerful arms and tightening his grip, Zavoc pushed even further, again and again, trying to dig an extra millimetre or two into the boy’s impossibly small, tight hole with each thrust. Finn let out a low, helpless groan between quick, shallow breaths, making helpless sounds that almost seemed to form the words, “[i]Too much[/i][i][/i]”. Zavoc was feeding him the perfect amount of dick.\n\nFinn’s fraught noises brought Archer creeping out of his shell once more, as the coyote lowered his hands and watched his boyfriend with fear. Zavoc thrust his cock in and out of the wailing boy for the coyote’s non-pleasure, while grunting, “The reason I hate you so much, Archer, isn’t because I raped you and you told people. It’s because it wasn’t [i]rape[/i][i][/i], and you know it!”\n\nThe coyote grimaced and looked away, still too pathetic to even look Zavoc in the face.\n\n“I saw the way you looked at me”, the bull said, still fucking deep into Finn and making the otter cry and groan in his boyfriend’s face. “I knew you wanted it. I knew you wanted me. I saw your glances and your little boners. You were begging for it. You were [i]screaming[/i][i][/i] for me to do it. And your body wasn’t fuckin lying. That’s why you sprayed your fucking balls all over the room while I was inside you. You [i]loved it[/i][i][/i]”.\n\n“[i]No, no, no[/i][i][/i]”, Archer whimpered, clutching his own face anxiously. “I begged you to stop!”\n\n“But you didn’t want me to!” Zavoc growled, fucking Finn even harder as a kind of punishment for Archer. “You... [i]mmmngh[/i][i][/i]... couldn’t accept what your body wanted. You couldn’t accept what a worthless little slut you really were. [i]Fuck[/i][i][/i]. You couldn’t admit to yourself that you were a desperate, pathetic cock-slut who wanted what I was doing to you more than anything else”.\n\nZavoc crammed his cock deep inside Finn again, and the otter groaned exhaustedly, “[i]Guhhhhhhh[/i][i][/i]”. The bull was in the fortunate position of being able to give his mind and body what they both wanted at the same time -- torturing Archer while fuckin that sweet preteen hole. With his knees slightly bent so he was low enough to angle his dick into Finn’s ass, Zavoc’s balls slapped back and forth inside his sack with each thrust. They were heavy, swollen, and begging to burst, and the overwhelming sensation was one of an almost unpleasant aching for release and for relief. The bull could feel precum spurt from his cock to help with that every time his cock flexed -- so hard that those flexes would rise Finn’s lower body an inch or two into the air each time.\n\nHe glanced at Archer, and realised the coyote was finally looking at him. He felt a little shiver of pleasure move through his body. Everything he was doing was hotter when Archer was watching it happen.\n\n“I saw you for what you really were, Archer”, the bull spat, shaking his head, feeling an ache in his chest -- an old wound ripped open. “Even better than you could. I gave you what you wanted, and it was awesome. Don’t you fucking remember how we both howled as we came? We stood there for minutes afterwards, you leaning back into me, me holding you up with my arms, your asshole twitching on my pole, your body shivering as cum dribbled from your dick onto the floor. You didn’t complain then. We were just quiet. I’d fucking made you mine, and… it… it was…”\n\nThis time, Zavoc broke eye contact. He wasn’t gonna finish that sentence.\n\nInstead, he picked up the pace of his kid-plowing. Finn grunted and groaned, his sweet little noises soothing Zavoc’s pain. When he looked back to Archer, the coyote had gone quiet. His eyes were looking back quietly, open wide, yet... staring through the bull.\n\nIn a slower, calmer voice than before, Zavoc said, “You were a fucking coward, Arch. If you’d accepted who you were... we could have had a good thing. Do you get that? [i]That’s[/i][i][/i] why I hate you”.\n\nA feeling tried to crawl its way out of his throat, and Zavoc had to swallow it back down. Were he forced to put a name to it, he might have called it sadness.\n\n“Deep down”, he said, thrusting into Finn for emphasis, “I know you wanted to be my bitch. I [i]wanted[/i][i][/i] to make you my bitch. I knew what you really were. You stupid little dumb fuck with your skinny hips and your long tail and your girly face and your faggoty hair… And I thought you knew me, but I was wrong”. \n\nUghhh. The sadness rose. It hurt so much. He hated feeling this way -- a feeling he’d tried so hard to shrug off years ago. He crammed his cock into the little otter’s ass and made him groan. “We could have been… We could have had [i]something[/i][i][/i]. The two of us. Together. It could have [i]worked[/i][i][/i]. And I fuckin thought it was gonna! I left that bathroom feeling real good and happy. And I thought you felt it too. I could see the fuckin evidence all over the stall”. He sighed heavily, upper lip curling in anger. “But you fucked it all up. You were too much of a sissy to accept what had happened. And I paid the price for that, not you”. He slammed his cock into Finn even harder, making him scream. “You [i]decided[/i][i][/i] I’d raped you to protect your fragile little ego”.\n\nHe drew his cock all the way out of the kid’s ass, his head popping out with a [i]schhhlop[/i][i][/i] noise, as a stream of precum dribbled down the preteen’s tiny ball sack. The kid shivered as his gaping pink hole twitched weakly. \n\n“And then my fucking future was over”, the bull added. “All because you were too embarrassed to admit to yourself that you loved having your virginity hate-fucked out of you in a filthy bathroom stall!”\n\nPanting, Zavoc paused while his cock pulsed and dribbled. He watched to see Archer’s reaction. He wasn’t sure what he was actually hoping to see. There was nothing Archer could do now to make this right, to ever properly apologise for what he’d done. There was nothing he could do to stop Zavoc from plowing his little boyfriend. The bull supposed he simply wanted Archer to understand why he hated him so much -- why he deserved everything that was happening to him… and what was about to happen.\n\nIt was hard to tell if Archer did understand. The coyote’s watery eyes looked glazed over, staring into the distance somewhere behind Zavoc, his brow lowered, his mouth slightly open. A look of intense thought, as his simple mind ticked over Zavoc’s words. Ugh, maybe he was finally getting through to him.\n\nIt was something. As the bull’s cock squirted precum onto Finn’s hole, throbbing furiously with almost painful lust, it would have to be good enough. He couldn’t wait any longer.\n\n“I don’t care if you get it”, Zavoc growled. “I’m done trying to get this into your thick fuckin skull. Now I just want you to watch while I fuck the virginity out of your boyfriend instead. Let’s see if the fuckin kid handles it better than you did”.\n\nWith that, Zavoc angled his glistening cock head against Finn’s tiny hole once more, grabbed hold of the kid’s slender hips, and crammed his cock inside the little boy. Finn squealed and tried to crawl away by digging his little paws into Archer’s chest, but Zavoc wasn’t having any of it. He held Finn firmly in place with his huge hands as he pushed his gigantic dick as far into the kid’s ass as it would go. As Finn whimpered with distress, Zavoc just moaned.\n\nHe was done fucking around. Now it was just time to [i]fuck[/i][i][/i].\n\nWith one hand on Finn’s hips, he wrapped his other around the base of Finn’s tail. He drew his hips back until only his head was inside the otter’s hole, and then he pulled the otter back towards him like a toy as he thrust forward again at the same time. He repeated the action, again and again, faster each time, until his thick shaft was gliding in and out of the kid’s tight hole, his heavy balls swinging backwards and forwards, his powerful arms flexed and bulging, Finn’s boyish and wailing voice harmonising with his own deep grunts and groans. \n\nArcher, meanwhile, looked like his mind had retreated somewhere else. That wouldn’t do.\n\nZavoc backhanded Archer across the face again, making him yelp, and bringing the coyote’s attention back to where it belonged. His wounded face crumpled with sadness as he focused on the otter cub once more. Much better.\n\n“How’s it feel, Archer?” Zavoc grunted, biting his lip. “How’s it feel to watch your lovely little boyfriend getting his brains fucked out of his skull by my big fat dick?” He spanked the kid’s soft round butt for emphasis, and felt the kid’s hole clench even tighter around his shaft in response, in time with a whimper. “I’ll tell you how it fuckin feels for me”, he added darkly, with a grin. “It’s [i]amazing[/i][i][/i]. I’ve never fucked anything so fucking tight before. It looks so fucking hot. My cock’s so fucking massive, and he’s so tiny and little. I can see my dick disappearing inside him and it looks so fuckin wrong and so fuckin hot at the same time”.\n\n“Fuck yeah it does”, Nakk agreed in a hypnotised voice, rubbing his sloppy cock so fast his whole fat ugly body was jiggling.\n\n“And”, Zavoc continued, thrusting into the kid to emphasise each word, “those... little... moans... and... groans... fuck!” Finn wailed in response each time, though his young body fought to escape the bull’s giant cock while he still got used to it, there was nothing he could do. “They’re making my balls churn with the biggest fuckin load of my life. Just for [i]your boy[/i][i][/i]. Mmmmmgh… His chubby little cheeks are jiggling for me”, Zavoc grunted. “They’re so fuckin round and soft. So fuckin perfect for fucking. You’ve got no idea how hot his little ass looks on my cock. And it feels even better. Fuck! He’s incredible on my cock, such a hot little slut, a… ugh… fucking tight little fucktoy just for me”.\n\nHe left one hand on Finn’s tail and brought the other up to his own body to stroke his muscles and rub his nipples, biting his lip and baring his teeth, basking in the sense of strength and power he felt in the act of fucking -- no, [i]pounding[/i][i][/i] -- a preteen, for the first time, on top of the cub’s shitty boyfriend. He felt more powerful than he’d ever felt in his entire life, like his body was swelling in size -- as though happiness was going to explode out of his bulging muscles like the grin that was exploding across his face and the thick cum that was going to explode out of his balls soon enough.\n\n“He’s such a good fuck, Arch”, Zavoc said, staring down his nose at the coyote as he plowed away. “I’m so glad you brought him with you when you decided to come to my place, like the idiot cunt you are. He’s been so much fun for me to fuck and use. So cute and so fucking rapeable. So beautiful on my big fat cock. [i]Ungh. Mmmmnngh[/i][i][/i]”.\n\n“I’m sorry”, Archer said quietly, looking at Finn, but not so quietly that Zavoc couldn’t hear.\n\n“You should be fuckin sorry”, the bull growled, his hand rubbing his thick abs. “You’ve had this coming for so long, and I’ve been waiting for it for so long. But it’s fuckin worth it. [i]Fuck[/i][i][/i]. In all the years I thought about having my revenge on you, I never expected it’d be this [i]fuckin[/i][i][/i] good. I’m breaking in your boy’s cute little ass, and he’s never gonna forget it. Your perfect little relationship will never be the same. Because [i]I’m[/i][i][/i] always gonna be his first, and his fucking best!”\n\nTo Zavoc’s side, Brandt let out a cruel laugh at the jabs towards Archer. He was stroking his cock too, but in long, slow motions. He was taking his time and enjoying what he was watching, eyes fixed on Archer’s misery and feeding on his sadness.\n\nFinn’s whole body heaved with a series of sobs, and he buried his face in his boyfriend’s chest fur. Though, the bull wasn’t going to let him rob Archer of all his beautiful, pained facial expressions as he got his underage ass railed. Zavoc moved one of his hands to Finn’s head and wrapped his thick black fingers through the otter’s light sandy hair.\n\nThen he pulled Finn’s head upwards, lifting the otter’s entire upper body into the air by his hair. As Finn started to squirm and wail in confused fear, his hands scrambled against Archer’s fur. But seconds later he was so high into the air his couldn’t even reach his boyfriend with his paws. Though his legs were still spread apart atop Archer’s waist, the rest of his body was suspended from Zavoc’s hand. \n\n“Hang on, Finn”, Zavoc said with a smirk. “You’re about to get [i]fucked[/i][i][/i]”.\n\nThis turned out to be an even better position, as Finn’s tight little body was now angled in a way that allowed Zavoc to rape an extra centimetre or two into his insides. Of course, he took advantage of that immediately. He plowed into Finn’s ass with deep strokes, the boy’s ass gripping his entire cock in warm, slippery embrace. Finn groaned like he was being punched from the inside, over and over, while Zavoc just groaned with pleasure. The otter’s tears, previously sinking into Archer’s chest fur, now flew through the air in random drops as the kid’s body jolted from Zavoc’s thrusts, raining all over the coyote’s body and on his face.\n\nHolding Finn’s body up in the air emphasised just how tiny he was compared the bull. The kid otter’s weight was [i]nothing[/i][i][/i] in the bovine’s hands. He was so tiny and fragile, and so cute and innocent, while Zavoc just felt immeasurably powerful -- holding the crying kid there, above his boyfriend, in the perfect position to be slammed by his giant bull cock. And that’s what Zavoc did. He continued fucking Finn deeper and faster than before, his cock head driving deep into Finn’s insides, his ball sack slapping back and forth, his fur dripping with musky sweat. His voice changed as he felt shivers of pleasure travel down his shaft, letting out deep, lustful grunts and groans of raw gratification, and relief, as he took what he needed so badly.\n\nBut Finn’s voice changed too.\n\nHis shrieks of panic started to turn into lower, deeper groans of... confusion? And his little body, previously tense and desperate to escape, started to loosen, becoming floppier and even more fuckable. His asshole started to unclench, and while his fingers had frantically reached to grab onto Archer a moment before, they now started to grasp at the air with mindless need. One of his paws latched onto Zavoc’s fingers and squeezed, relaxed, and then squeezed again, as he moaned, “[i]Ahh… Uhhhhhh… Guuuhhhhhhh…[/i][i][/i]”\n\nArcher’s ears perked forwards, and the coyote’s eyes erupted with a kind of wide-eyed shock and sorrow as he stared at his boyfriend’s face. Zavoc found himself grinning with pride. He hadn’t lied to Finn, after all.\n\nHe thrust as deeply into the otter as he could and kept his cock in there, making Finn shiver and groan, “[i]Ugggggghhh[/i][i][/i]”. But the kid didn’t try to pull away. His insides tightened and then relaxed around the length of Zavoc’s dick in a way that the bull could almost [i]feel[/i][i][/i] the need coming from inside the otter’s hot body.\n\nFinn felt [i]so good [/i][i][/i]around him. Too good. This was too fucking perfect. Zavoc gritted his teeth as the pleasure travelling through his cock almost made his balls explode. He let out a deep breath as his body pulled back from the edge of a cliff, steadying himself, panting. And then he charged towards it.\n\nOne hand through Finn’s hair and the other on the otter’s hips, his thumb sinking into the kid’s soft butt flesh, he fucked Finn. He [i]fucked[/i][i][/i] him. He pounded the kid’s ass with his giant dick, grunting and groaning, to the sound of Finn wailing like he was having the life fucked out of him.\n\n“You feel that, baby boy?” he grunted. “You feel [i]that[/i][i][/i]? That’s what Archer can never give you. Him and his pathetic little cock can never compare to me and mine. He can never fuck you like this. He can never make you feel this good!”\n\nHe glanced at Archer’s face and saw a look of dead-eyed surrender that made his balls surge upwards in his sack, his cock throbbing harder than it had ever throbbed before. This was everything he’d wanted for so long.\n\n“He’s a worthless little wimp!” Zavoc growled, pounding away. “But I’m a proper man. I’m not even all the way inside you and I’m stretching you and fucking you deeper and making you feel better than Archer ever could with his puny little dick! You get that, baby boy? [i]He[/i][i][/i] can never do this for you! Only I can! Never forget it!”\n\nAll Finn could do in response was gasp for air in between his hopeless moans and screams.\n\n“And don’t you forget it either, Arch”, the bull growled, staring at the coyote’s hollow eyes. “He’s always gonna have a taste for big ol’ bull cock after this. You’ll never be good enough for him. He might pretend he loves you, but in the back of his mind he’ll always be thinking about how good I made him feel. [i]Always[/i][i][/i]. He’ll always know there’s someone [i]better[/i][i][/i] out there”.\n\nFinn reached up with both paws to grab hold of Zavoc’s hands and hold on for dear life as he was used by the bull. Zavoc used the opportunity to fuck his deathly tight cock sleeve toy even harder -- that’s all that Finn was right now.\n\nFinn’s whole body quaked and he screamed. “[i]It’s t-too much! Ugghhh! Stop![/i][i][/i]”\n\n“I’m [i]claiming[/i][i][/i] this fucking ass!” was all Zavoc growled in response, pounding the kid as hard as he could. “I’m giving you what you fucking deserve! This is what you fucking need! Getting pounded in your tight little ass!”\n\nZavoc felt like was fucking Archer’s soul as well as Finn’s hole. “And Arch, if you ever pick up the courage to fuck him,” he roared, “he’ll have to think about me to get off! You’ll never be able to do it for him. Even when he’s with you, he’ll be fantasising about me every time he blows his fucking load”.\n\nFinn’s moans were rising in pitch and volume. Despite his protests, Zavoc [i]knew[/i][i][/i] the boy’s body wanted the bull’s dick inside it. Just like he knew with Archer’s body all those years ago.\n\nHe took one last hateful look at Archer -- pale and pitiful.\n\nAnd then forgot about him. He’d drained what he wanted from the coyote. Now it was all about [i]enjoying[/i][i][/i] Finn.\n\n“You still want me to stop, [i]ungh[/i][i][/i], baby boy?” Zavoc groaned. “Tell me what you want!”\n\n“[i]Guhhhhh... noooo[/i][i][/i]”, Finn whimpered.\n\n“Then beg for it!”\n\nTears streaming from his face, his voice breaking as he screamed, his body weak and limp from being railed by a goddamn bull, the otter groaned, “Please... keep going! Keep... going... [i]please[/i][i][/i]… Fuck me…”\n\n“Good boy!” Zavoc panted, exploding in a triumphant grin even as he breathed heavily and sweat trickled down his fur. His muscles burnt but he pushed through his fatigue to give the kid what they both so badly wanted. All that mattered was the feeling of cum aching to explode from inside his balls and his rapidly throbbing cock. “Here you go, kid!” he roared, plowing the boy between every breath. “My giant fuckin dick... just for you... about to explode in your guts... claiming you forever... turning you into... the fucking slut... [i]uggghhh[/i][i][/i]... you were born to be!”\n\nHe delivered a final few deep thrusts that bottomed out somewhere near the kid’s navel. As he felt himself rush over the edge, he leant backwards, pulling Finn against his own body and pulled his arms around the tiny body, wrapping the quaking boy inside his muscles in sweaty embrace -- his cock so deep inside the kid that he could see his cock head bulging through Finn’s sweet and soft tummy fur. \n\nAn incredible scream tore through the boy’s body, his untouched, premature dick twitching like crazy. At the same time, a stream of clear, sticky liquid suddenly erupted from the tip, landing on Archer’s hips before spraying upwards to hit the coyote in his dumb, open-mouthed face. Finn bucked back and forth wildly on the bull’s cock, his fringe flopping about his head, screaming helplessly as he lost control and squirted all over his boyfriend. All the while, his insides squeezed Zavoc’s cock with the impossible tightness of a nine-year-old’s orgasming hole. \n\nZavoc roared as his balls jolted upwards in his sack, and hours’ worth of bull semen stewing away inside his sack finally gushed through his cock and deep into the little boy’s guts. The bulge in Finn’s stomach grew with every powerful surge of jizz from the bull’s cock head, and the bull groaned, “[i]Uggggghhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuuuuccckkkkkk[/i][i][/i]!” as the pleasure exploded from his fat dick and overwhelmed every part of his body. “Yessssss… Fffffuhhh… Fuckkkk!”\n\nHis muscles burnt with bliss as he clutched the tiny boy against his chunky chest with powerful arms, savouring the small cub’s spasms and jolts against his body as they came together. Finn groaned endlessly in his grasp while Zavoc filled him up, cumming so hard inside the kid it almost hurt.\n\nFinn threw his head back, body tense and tight as his own cock kept spurting, eyes clenched shut and streaming with tears, mouth open as he gasped and groaned helplessly.\n\nWithout thinking, Zavoc leant forward to lock lips with him and slide his tongue between the boy’s lips. He puffed the otter’s cheeks out with his breath as he let out his own lustful moan, exploring the kid’s mouth with his long tongue. Finn quaked violently in his grip, so he held the boy tightly as he kissed him deeply, one big hand around his tiny chest and hard nipples, the other around his ballooning stomach. He could feel his own cock through the boy’s skin, flexing powerfully as it exploded with heavenly pleasure and shot the most amazing load of its life. \n\nBefore he knew it, the cub’s skin was stretched so tight around his bulging tummy that he looked ready to burst. And while Finn was at his limit, Zavoc was still cumming. The kid’s underage hole made for an incredibly tight ring around the bull’s shaft, but even it wasn’t tight enough to hold the biggest load of Zavoc’s life. Hot, thick jizz started to spurt out of the otter’s hole with every continuing pulse of Zavoc’s cock, splattering the bull’s sack, thighs, and feet, as well as Archer’s crotch.\n\nAs Zavoc breathed through his nose, he could smell it all. Both of their hot bodies dripped with sweat as they gripped each other and rode out their pleasure together. Finn’s breath mingled with his own inside their locked mouths. And then there was the stench of cum -- the scent of the massive, manly load stewing away inside his aching balls for hours. They were the smells of raw, rough sex between a manly bull and a fuckable, slutty little nine-year-old. He inhaled deeply, hoping Finn was breathing it all in too and letting it sink into his brain forever.\n\nA part of his mind wanted to check if Finn could breathe with all that tongue down his throat, but, lost in pleasure, all Zavoc could do was twitch and groan and cum and cum and [i]cum[/i][i][/i]. And he came, eyes closed, groaning, kissing, flexing, hugging, feeling Finn’s body against and inside and around his own, feeling at one with the kid, until he had nothing left -- no cum, no breath, no energy. Not even enough to keep standing. At the end, he pulled his mouth from Finn’s, and let out an utterly exhausted groan.\n\nFinn gasped for air, his whole body heaving as he shivered and twitched helplessly in Zavoc’s arms.\n\nThe bull was so exhausted he almost fell over, but he managed to shuffle his hooves apart and stand upright. Panting heavily, he opened his eyes through slow blinks, like he was waking from a deep sleep and a beautiful dream. The first thing he saw was Archer -- the fur who had been on his mind more than anyone else in the world for such a long time.\n\nWhen he looked upon him now, everything was different. \n\nHe felt no rage. No sadness. No regret. As Archer lay there on Zavoc’s couch underneath the two, the bull saw little more than a broken, unwanted piece of furniture from his past.\n\nHe didn’t care what the coyote thought, or said, or did anymore. He’d taken so much from the bull, and hurt him so badly… but no more. Zavoc had gotten what he wanted, and now he was done. Done with the coyote. Finally. \n\nZavoc stumbled over to the other couch, and flopped down onto his back, the whimpering cub still in his arms. He hugged the kid tightly and kissed his cheek as the boy shivered and groaned weakly. “You did good, kiddo”, the bull panted, patting his hair. Finn smiled in response, and Zavoc did as well. \n\nAnd then he laid back, and sighed, closing his eyes, basking in the feeling all throughout his body and soul that he had craved for so long. \n\nFor the first time in years, he was at peace.\n\nZavoc felt free. \n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2123488]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



Ch 12




Archer felt like he’d been punched in the heart. In the soul. Finn’s soft but determined words echoed inside his head, ricocheting off the insides of his skull, and slicing through his brain like bullets.

I want Zavoc to fuck me. I want him to squirt inside my ass.

To think that his sweet lover was saying filthy words like that -- asking the bull to take his virginity, was almost too much to handle. Archer couldn’t make sense of it. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and his eyes flickered as he struggled to figure out where it was coming from.

But he failed. He couldn’t understand. What had happened for his beautiful boyfriend to ask for the bull who had raped and tortured both of them for days to... do that to him?

He lay there on his back, his upper body on the couch while his lower half dangled below, as Zavoc dropped the otter onto his hands and knees on top of coyote -- Finn’s cute face oblivious to his turmoil. To Archer, searching for sense inside his little lover’s green eyes was like falling down a cliff-side into darkness, paws scrambling at the harsh rock, looking for something to grab onto, some kind of answer to help him. To save him.

He kept on falling.

There was no solace from the otter. As the cub crouched there on top of Archer, the coyote wanted to see distress, to show that he was being forced to do this. But Finn showed no tears. No gritted teeth. No wincing eyes. He wasn’t being forced. To his despair, those words came out of the cub’s mouth willingly.

Instead, Archer could find only the opposite of distress. Finn breathed calmly, his muscles were relaxed, and his face was excited, with sparkling eyes and a happy smile. All signs that the kid wanted this. It made an insulting contrast to the army of emotions fighting inside Archer at that moment.

Confusion. It was so frustrating. If he could just put the pieces together, he might be able to say the right thing to stop this. But as hard as he was trying, he didn’t even know where to start. Somewhere along the way, something inside of Finn had changed dramatically, and he’d started... enjoying the bull’s company.

Fear. He felt it bubbling in his gut, a feeling that brought him back to his adolescence. What was Zavoc going to do? He was a giant bull with a giant cock, and Finn was a little boy.

Anger. He’d been forced to watch Zavoc play with Finn for days. Taunting others and flaunting the boy’s body. It wasn’t fair.

Despair. Creeping across his heart. Finn was his boyfriend. And of all the things the trio of bullies had done to him so far, fucking the poor kid in his ass would be the worst. His virginity would be gone forever, crudely stolen by someone else. Finn was still a boy, sure, but his virginity deserved to go to his longtime boyfriend and lover.

And bubbling underneath it all.

Lust…

The lust made him angry at himself. And the anger made him despair because he couldn’t do anything about it. And the despair made him scared about what would happen between them after Zavoc forced his way between Finn and Archer, and between the cub’s little butt cheeks at the same time -- that giant dick inside that tiny young ass.

And that made him horny -- a thought which he tried very hard to push out of his head.

Zavoc, standing there at Archer’s feet, grinning arrogantly, gave Finn’s cheek a gentle stroke, and asked the question Archer had been panicking to figure out himself. “Why do you want me to fuck you, baby boy?” he said, a tone of amusement casually surfing the deep waves of his voice. Finn broke eye contact and lowered his head, but Zavoc nudged the boy’s chin upwards again with the back of his hand. “Tell him. It’s for his own good”.

If the bull wanted Finn to say it, Archer knew it was something he didn’t want to hear.

With an embarrassed frown, Finn looked into Archer’s eyes and spoke softly. “Zavoc says he’s gonna make me feel really good. He says he’s gonna make me feel better than anything we’ve done yet, and…” The otter chewed his lip and hesitated. Archer saw his own sadness mirrored in Finn’s eyes.

“And what?” the bull prompted, his grin intensifying.

Finn sighed, but looked back at the coyote. “He says you’d never be able to make me feel as good as he can, because he’s manlier. He says the first time I get fucked is really important, and so… I want him to do it”.

It felt as though Archer’s chest was caving in on itself. And do you believe him? he thought. But couldn’t bring himself to say it, fearing the answer.

As though Zavoc had a laser sight targeted on Archer’s pain, the bull spoke the question instead. “Do you believe me?”

The coyote’s eyes widened, watching the otter’s face intensely as the boy frowned and didn’t respond right away. “Finn, please”, he said, using all the air that was left in his lungs. He’d looked after the kid, day and night, for years, with endless patience, and unceasing love. He’d given so much of himself for the boy. In the space of a couple days, surely Finn wouldn’t take their rapist’s poisoned words over his own lovers.

Finn nodded with sad yet adamant eyes. “I believe him. I want him to squirt inside me. I really want it”.

When he heard his boyfriend say that, Archer was overwhelmed with sadness. And then, when he heard Zavoc laugh happily to himself -- that smug fucking asshole who’d bullied the fear of death into him as a teen -- that sadness was trampled by anger. The coyote clenched his fists and bared his teeth and looked his boyfriend in the eyes. He’d rolled over for too much and for too long. He wasn’t going to let this happen without a fight. “Finn, listen to me. Zavoc’s trying to tear us apart. Whatever he’s said to you… He wants to hurt me, so he’s lying to you, alright? All this stuff he’s doing, it’s to get back at me because he hates me, okay? Trust me. I don’t want you to do this. Please. You can’t listen to him!”

The bull chuckled quietly and confidently. And Nakk and Brandt, sitting to the side and watching their leader do what he did best, sniggered quietly to themselves as well. They knew this was what Zavoc had been waiting for all this time, and seemed quite content to let him have the stage. Archer glared up at the bull furiously, surprised even now at how smug and arrogant the bull was despite his heartful pleading.

And yet, he soon understood Zavoc’s confidence -- he knew much more than Archer did. In that moment, it was Finn who finally put the pieces of the puzzle together for him, because he responded to the coyote not with surprise, or confusion, but with anger in kind. And it exploded out of him to an extent that the coyote hadn’t seen since the kid was in the midst of grieving for his dead family.

“No, you lied to me Archer!” the otter yelled suddenly. “You said you’d always look after me, but you didn’t stop anyone from hurting me! You let those big jerks do really mean things to me!” His eyes hardened in a way that pierced the coyote’s soul. “And you never made me squirt. You said it was because I was too young, and… and you were trying to protect me? But that’s stupid! You’re wrong! Zavoc could make me squirt, and it was the best thing ever. It felt so good. How come you got to squirt every day but you never did it for me? That’s just selfish! It’s not fair!”

Lips trembling and eyes open wide, Archer said quietly, “Finn, no…” and reached to stroke the boy’s furious face.

But Finn recoiled. “Zavoc didn’t lie to me”, he said in a cold voice, tears running down his sweet little face -- the tears of a boy who felt betrayed and let down by someone he loved. “Zavoc’s big and strong, and he protected me, and he made me feel really really good, just like he said he would!”

Archer, feeling his boyfriend’s pain, felt tears welling in his eyes too. They washed away the confusion, and he finally realised where he’d gotten it all so very wrong.

The reason Zavoc was so scary was that his strength was matched by his mind. When someone like Brandt was angry, he’d pull out his fists and punch and snarl at things until he felt better. The bear was dangerous, but the kinds of bruises he gave people healed after a week or a month or so. What set Zavoc apart from men like Brandt was that he found a perverse pleasure in identifying the very thing that would hurt someone the most, and he had the patience to put into action the steps he needed to exploit it. He planned and calculated and manipulated, because when the pay-off finally happened, the wounds he caused would cut deep into your very soul.

When Archer had been outed as gay at school, he’d been targeted by all three of the bigger furs in their own way. Nakk was a dumb, selfish jerk, and the worst he did when he wasn’t following Zavoc’s orders was call Archer names and repeat the same kind of stupid jokes anyone else with half a brain could have thought of. Brandt combined sadism with disdain, and he would shove and punch and threaten… but nothing the bear ever did kept Archer awake at night for months, like the things Zavoc did.

Zavoc had Brandt’s ferocity and Nakk’s lust for humiliation, but he tempered his desires with self-control. And from the moment Archer was outed, Zavoc seemed determined to make Archer suffer. Sure, he’d taunted, and laughed, and wounded like the others, but over time, things got much worse, as though he was watching and learning from Archer’s reactions. Each new prank or interaction was like an experiment that helped him figure out what made Archer tick. And it didn’t take him long to find the very best way of torturing the small, shy, coyote, who was insecure and embarrassed about his sexuality.

Before long, he found it. Zavoc made Archer’s sexuality the very instrument of his suffering.

The arrogant bull had flaunted his body, and pressed himself against Archer, and flexed in front of him, and walked around naked in the locker room in front of him. When the bull did things like stuff Archer’s belongings down his own underwear and force the coyote to fish around the bull’s meaty dick to get them back, young Archer couldn’t help but get hard. And that was the point. There was something infinitely more hurtful about having a boner for the person who was bullying you, and doubly so when it was pointed out to an entire room of your peers. That was what tormented the coyote at night -- even though he would cry, what right did he have to be upset when some part of him enjoyed what was happening?

The things Brandt and Nakk did made Archer hate both of them.

But the things Zavoc did made Archer hate himself.

Now, the coyote cursed himself for not realising that it was happening all over again, on such a bigger, deeper scale than he had expected. From the moment he’d encountered Zavoc in the cafe yesterday, the bovine had been playing him all over again. Like with everything else Zavoc did, there had been a plan behind it all. There always was.

The coyote cared about Finn more than anything else in the world. The little otter was Archer’s everything. And Zavoc teased that out of him. From the beginning, the bull had made it clear he was going to hurt Archer by using Finn against him, the same way he’d used Archer’s sexuality against him years before. Archer had thought that meant raping the poor kid, but no… that wasn’t good enough for the vengeful bull. What was even worse than that?

Archer no longer needed to know all the pieces of the puzzle, because he could already see the final, terrible picture.

What if their captor could turn Finn against his lover? What if, instead of forcefully raping Finn, the otter actually wanted the bull to fuck him? What if the one thing that made Archer happy above all else, the boy the Archer loved with all his heart, came to resent him?

Zavoc’s big and strong, and he protected me, and he made me feel really really good, just like he said he would!

Archer almost burst out laughing behind his tears as the realisation struck him.

So that’s how the bull had sold it to him. Of course. Zavoc had protected the kid from the very environment he had created, from the very people he had invited over, and from the very impulsive bear he had antagonised by teasing with Finn’s body. The bull had intentionally made the poor kid scared so he could save him when Archer couldn’t.

And the coyote had known something was wrong in his gut when he saw those soft, intimate moments between the two. Now he knew the bull had been sowing lies and winning the otter over. In those whispered private moments, Zavoc had taken control.

Archer didn’t know what else he could have done. Whether from fatigue or fear or a misplaced desire to protect him, the coyote had failed to explain things in the brief moments he shared with Finn. What could he have said that would have made a difference, anyway? The otter was too young to comprehend the history and the context of Archer’s pain and Zavoc’s manipulations. He couldn’t see the subtleties. He couldn’t understand Archer’s well-meaning intentions, or Zavoc’s sinister purpose. He was simply too young to understand what was happening -- how reality was being twisted around him. But he wasn’t too young to understand pleasure. And the powerful new feelings that Zavoc had given him in form of a sexual awakening were a far more convincing argument than the complicated wordy stuff Archer had barely been able to sputter.

What hope did he have? Zavoc had all the cards before Archer even knew a game was being played.

As Finn sniffled, Zavoc stroked the boy’s hair gently to soothe him. “Shh, Finn, it’s alright. You have a right to be angry at him. He’s a selfish little sissy”. His voice was loaded with sympathy, but behind the otter, his eyes were dark, and he boasted an evil, triumphant smile.

The coyote crumbled underneath them, all hope gone. Zavoc was simply so much better than him. He couldn’t deny it, or fight back, because how could he fight for Finn when the otter was already on the bull’s team?

He looked at his lover, bent over Archer’s body, offering his sweet little ass to the bull behind him, with eyes tinged by disappointment, resentment, and fury.

And he looked up at his tormentor, standing proudly there with an elated smirk, one hand on his hips and the other lubing up his goliath of a cock with sloppy precum and aiming it at the kid otter’s hole.

Archer’s heart shrivelled under the pain and begged to just die.

And his cock emerged from his sheath.

* * *


When Zavoc lay in bed at night, he would picture Archer’s face looking much like it looked like now. That dumb little mouth quivering, those weak, wet little eyes dribbling, those ears folded backwards under the overwhelming weight of pain and hopelessness. God, it made his cock just as hard as the sight of the plump, underage age ass wiggling in front of his cock.

The sense of power he felt standing there was incredible -- towering over Archer with the coyote’s boyfriend just begging for his giant cock. Zavoc wanted to make this last forever. He wanted to memorise Archer’s misery and the beauty of what he’d been able to achieve by turning the coyote’s boyfriend against him. It was cruel and clever and perfect, and he was downright fucking proud of himself.

But after teasing this kid’s hole for hours and hours in anticipation of this moment, even he couldn’t hold on much longer. His cock was dribbling more precum than he could make use of as lube, with the rest spattering onto Archer’s thighs below, and it was aching for release at last.

In fact, every part of Zavoc was aching for release. His cock, his fists, his fuckin soul. He’d been waiting for this for so very long. It was finally time to make it happen. He was finally going to have his revenge.

“Please Zavoc”, the pathetic little fuck on the couch begged him with a sad-croaky voice, blinking away tears. “I know you hate me, and I get it. But he’s just a kid. He hasn’t done anything wrong. And he’s had a rough life. He doesn’t deserve this. You know what this’ll do to him…” Archer’s voice faded, letting Zavoc fill in the gaps rather than say what he really meant in front of Finn.

Aw, was the coyote implying that plowing a nine-year-old in the ass with a big fat bull cock would have long-term consequences on his development -- that it would warp his brain and expectations and sexuality and life forever?

Was that meant to… discourage him?

That was the fucking point. Zavoc snorted so hard the gold ring in his nostrils jiggled. “Don’t worry, Arch. I’ll give him what you can’t”, he said, stroking his huge sloppy cock back and forth in clear sight of the coyote’s fearful eyes. “Finn’s gonna love this”.

A wave a dismay washed over Archer’s face that in turn bathed Zavoc’s body in a warm sense of satisfaction. Finn looked up at him curiously, not really understanding what they were talking about, and Zavoc just patted his hair softly. The shift in the little otter’s body brought Finn’s hands into the bull’s vision where they were planted on top of Archer’s chest, and that gave Zavoc an idea.

On Finn’s left wrist was the green wristband he’d been wearing since they’d met. It was identical to the one Archer was wearing too. Zavoc didn’t know exactly what they meant, but given the two boyfriends were wearing matching ones, they clearly meant something.

He leant forward to hook a finger into Finn’s wristband and tug it forward to try to free it from Finn’s paw. The otter whimpered something unhappily and resisted, confirming the bull’s suspicions, but Zavoc said, “Shh, it’s alright, trust me”. And such was the trust that he’d constructed within Finn that the otter slowly and reluctantly raised his hand to allow the bull to pull his wristband free.

Archer grimaced as the bull looked at him with his cock in one hand and the wristband in the other. Grinning, Zavoc said, “I just wanna make sure I’m extra fucking hard for this”. Then he tucked his fingers into the wristband to spread it open, and slid it over his cock head and down his shaft. His pole was so slippery with cock-slop that it slid all the way down to the base before meeting his ball sack. Then he pulled the stretchy band open wide enough to pass his heavy nuts through, not really taking much care at all to avoid snapping the apparently important band. When it was done, Finn’s wristband was no more than a cock-ring for the bull’s dick.

And the otter himself was about to be a cocksleeve for that dick too.

He smacked the kid’s tiny ass, wrapped his huge hand around the kid’s tiny waist, and then tugged the tiny little otter butt backwards towards his gigantic bovine cock head. Grinning arrogantly, he looked at Archer’s face, wanting so badly to drink in his misery, but the coyote was watching his lover’s face instead, which Zavoc decided was actually even better. He slid his dick between the boy’s chubby cheeks and kissed the kid’s tiny, smooth hole with his oozing cock slit. As he started gently pushing into it, Finn reflexively clenched and met the bull’s cock head with impossible tightness.

“Shhhhhhh, relax baby boy”, the bull said gently, stroking the boy’s hair in the spot he knew he liked. Obediently, the otter nodded, and even arched his back a bit to signal he wanted the bull to keep trying. Such a good little boy he’d become. Zavoc smirked and used his hand to angle his dick against the boy’s hole and slowly press into it again. The sight of the preteen’s little ass against his mammoth cock was almost ludicrous to behold -- though it was certainly sexy as hell. His cock slit burped out a helpful slippery glob to help its owner give it what it desperately wanted.

He pulled the kid backwards against his cock slowly but firmly, and as his dark cock started to sink into the sandy yellow fuzzy flesh, Finn whimpered loudly, and Zavoc groaned. He felt his edged-sensitive cock head slowly enter the boy’s beautiful hole, stretching it to its limits, hugged by incredibly tight and wonderfully warm walls. His cock throbbed so hard it threatened to raise and pull itself out of the hole it was enjoying so much, so Zavoc had to keep it angled downwards with a firm grip.

“Nnnnghhh… Uhhhhhh…. Hhuughh”, Finn groaned as cock entered him for the first time. Zavoc could see his little paws gripping Archer’s chest fur intensely, and with every exclamation the walls of his ass tightened almost painfully around the bull’s cock. Though Zavoc had been preparing him for hours, his fingers couldn’t compare to the girth of his mightily fat dick. More than anything, every time Finn squeezed Zavoc’s dick with his insides in time with his boyish moans, it was a hot reminder of just how small -- and young -- he was.

Zavoc kept pushing deeper, a tiny fraction at a time. “It’s alright, you’ll get used to it”, he said through gritted teeth.

He’d have to. Zavoc wasn’t gonna stop.

Nakk moved closer to the bull’s side, eyes wide with hunger and lust and trained on the bull’s dick entering Finn’s ass. “Fuck… Fucking fuck yeah”, he slobbered in a mindless tone. “Is he tight? I bet he’s soooo tight”.

“He’s nine years old, fatso”, Zavoc grunted. “What do you think?”

“Mmmmmmmnnngh”, the boar just moaned, oblivious to the insult, rubbing his dick and licking his lips, staring in a daze.

Behind the boar, Brandt was watching too, with a kind of focused scowl that suggested he was jealous as well. Zavoc almost felt a little bad for the poor guy. The bull was doing what he’d teased Brandt with for hours in front of him. But Zavoc was the alpha here and he got what he wanted above anyone else.

“Guhh… Uggghh…” The young otter whimpered, his head hanging low as he squeezed his hands into fists through his boyfriend’s fur. “It’s... too big”.

“You’re... nngh... fine, baby boy”, Zavoc grunted. “You’re doing great”. Fuck, this wasn’t just the hottest thing he’d ever done, he’d also essentially been edging his fucking dick the hours he’d been lying on the couch, fingers inside the kid, listening to his high-pitched little whimper, imagining his dick inside of him instead. Now that it was here, and he was probing the kid’s tight hole with his aching rod, it was bliss.

Archer seemed to not be sharing Zavoc’s pleasure for some reason. “Fucking hell”, the coyote said with a despairing voice, running his hands through his hair and pulling on it nervously. His face was painted with pain and sorrow, his eyes open wide and taking in every horrible detail of his young boyfriend getting fucked. “Zavoc, please!” he pointlessly whined yet again. “I’m sorry!” He looked at the bull with pathetic, pleading eyes, as though that would make a difference. “I’m so sorry for what I did, alright?”

Brandt snorted with laughter. He was probably enjoying Archer’s misery more than seeing Finn getting fucked. “Oh shut up Archer”, the bear growled. “You have the most annoying fucking faggot voice I’ve ever heard”.

But Zavoc raised a hand towards Brandt and said, “No. I wanna hear it”. While the bear raised his eyebrows in confusion, Zavoc kinked his head to the side curiously and looked at the coyote expectantly.

If there’s ever a time to finally admit it, it’s now.

“Why are you sorry, Archer?” he snapped in a condescending tone. “Tell me. What exactly are you sorry about, huh?”

The question seemed to catch Archer off guard, and he frowned, as though he was trying to figure out if this was a trick question. It was actually a very simple one, but Zavoc suspected he was going to get it wrong like he always had. The little prick.

With a hesitant expression, Archer stuttered, “I… I… I’m sorry for telling people what you--”

“Grrrrrrrrrr… No!” the bull growled, his hands growing tighter. “Spell it out, you little fuck. Tell me what happened! And what you did! And why you’re sorry! Mmngh. I wanna hear you say it!”

Archer regarded him with confusion, as did Brandt and Nakk. But this was important to Zavoc. It was where this all began, where everything went wrong for him. It was more important than anyone else in the room knew.

Unless, that was, Archer finally recognised the truth. He’d given the coyote every opportunity, after all. It was now or never.

As Archer opened his mouth, the bull paused what he was doing with Finn and listened, watching with intense eyes, his heart lurching in his chest. The otter whimpered and twitched quietly, shivering on the tip of his cock.

With what looked like great pain, teary-eyed, Archer choked out the words, “I stayed after school to go swimming one day when I was fifteen. And when I was getting changed in the locker room afterwards, you…” The coyote grimaced and shook his head, sending tears running down his cheeks. “Fuck! Why are you making me--”

“Say it!” Zavoc roared, sending the whole room into silence.

Archer jolted with fear at the bull’s voice and shrank into the couch a little. He looked away and then closed his eyes shut hard, breathing deeply, looking he was trying to compose or calm himself. The little fucking wimp. After a ragged, deep breath, Archer opened his mouth again, and he finally spoke those heavy words that carried a weight even he couldn’t comprehend. “You came into the locker room, and… and you pushed me into a stall, and you ripped my pants down, and you…”

Archer swallowed hard, his words catching in his throat for a moment.

“You forced your dick inside my ass. You raped my ass, Zavoc. Fucking hell”. The coyote clenched his eyes and sniffled. “It was too far, and I told people what happened, and the… the police, and--”

“Grrrrrr! Fuck!” Zavoc yelled, a sudden rush of anger storming his body. He dropped forward, cramming his cock inside Finn, wanting to and making him scream, and punched downwards with all his strength. His fist landed inches from Archer’s face and stayed there, buried in the couch cushion, vibrating with hot, angry energy. He leant forward so his face was in front of Archer’s, and huffed air furiously through his nostrils. The coyote froze with fear at Zavoc’s sudden outburst of rage, and he had good reason to be. More than ever, Zavoc wanted to wrap his strong hands around that little neck and fucking squeeze until Archer stopped breathing.

Even more than that, though, he wanted the little bitch to understand.

“For fuck’s sake, Archer!” he growled through his teeth. “You’re still that much of a fucking coward? After all this time? Seriously?”

Archer opened his mouth but quickly closed it again, eyes wide open, trembling underneath the bull. Meanwhile, Finn squirmed and wailed underneath the bull, his limbs slapping and pushing against his boyfriend. But the kid was sandwiched and wasn’t going anywhere whether he liked it or not -- if not for the immense weight on top of him, then for the gigantic bull cock forced at least halfway inside of him and impaling him in place.

Zavoc pressed his ringed nostrils against the coyote’s, getting as close as he could to the little wimp, as though that would help what he was about to say sink into Archer’s thick fucking skull. “You think I hate you because you told on me for raping you?”

The coyote, though petrified by fear, nodded quickly in response.

“You fucking idiot!” Zavoc snapped.

Archer’s eyes slowly focused on the bull’s. “Wh-what…”

“So your story’s still that the big ol’ mean bull forced you into the toilets -- you, the innocent little unwilling victim -- and left you broken and traumatised after I’d had my vicious way with you?”

Archer’s mouth grew increasingly wider until the bitch finally found his voice. “You did! You made me bleed, Zavoc! I couldn’t breathe because you wrapped your fuckin arm around my throat and choked me! I thought you were gonna kill me!”

Zavoc clenched his teeth shut and felt another wave of anger surge through his body. “Archer… Why do you think… Ugghhhhh! If I’d raped you, if I’d truly raped you, and you’d told someone what happened… I could fucking deal with that! It would be my own fucking fault for getting caught, okay? But that’s not what happened, is it? Is it!”

Archer stared at him blankly, open-mouthed.

He’d failed. Again. At his final opportunity. His one last chance.

Zavoc snorted with contempt. Fine. He’d spell it out then. Breathing rapidly, riding a wave of rage, deep inside a kid’s ass, staring the coyote down an inch from his muzzle, the bull sneered and growled. “Tell me, Archer. How many times did you stare at my body, drooling, with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, when you thought I wasn’t looking? How many times did you get a little boner looking at me in the locker room? How many times did you enjoy me pinning you against a wall and pressing my muscles against your body?” His voice rose in volume and intensity alongside his anger.

The coyote shook his head furiously, eyes clenched shut, dribbling tears, and screamed, “Stop!” But for all his distress, that wasn’t an answer.

Finn, too, hearing the loud angry voices, tried to crawl forwards off the bull’s cock. The poor thing really had no idea about the history he’d been getting himself into. He groaned weakly, “No, this is--” But in the midst of his rage, the bull wasn’t about to let Archer’s boyfriend off the hook. He grabbed hold of the kid’s hips and wrenched him back onto his cock even further, digging deep into the kid’s insides even further than before, and causing him to let out a very satisfying scream. In that moment, he couldn’t remember why he was taking it easy on this kid instead of fucking him bloody. That’s what Archer deserved.

“Be honest with me, cunt”, he continued, not taking his eyes off the pitiful dog. “For once, be honest with me! Tell me! Did you ever wish you could just grab hold of my fat cock? Did you ever rub your little dick at night while you in bed at night thinking about me and my body? Did you ever fuckin fantasise about me bending you over and shoving my dick inside you?!” In a voice so loud it rippled the coyote’s face-fur, he yelled, “When I fucked you, didn’t you shoot your load all over the bathroom floor? Didn’t you cum, screaming, twice, while my cock was deep inside you?” He slammed his fist into the couch again. “Fucking twice!”

Archer hid his face behind his paws, holding sobs back with his palms. “Shut up! Shut up! I--I couldn’t… My body, I…”

Zavoc grabbed the coyote’s hands and wrenched them aside, staring into his face. “Admit it!” he yelled. “Tell me you wanted it!”

The coyote, awash with misery, quivering, shook his head left to right. “No… I…”

Zavoc smacked him across the head with the back of his hand. “You little fucking… grrrr!” Archer just yelped and hid his head behind his hands again, like the little pussy he was. Now, and always, he couldn’t admit what he truly was.

Then there was complete silence in the room, even from Finn, though the kid twitched and wiggled, teeth clenched, struggling to deal with the immense cock inside of him. Zavoc stood up straight once more and took a deep breath, exhaling it out of his nostrils, releasing some of his rage, returning to himself. His heart thumped and his cock throbbed, though his fists started to loosen. To the side, he could feel Brandt’s and Nakk’s eyes on him. They were learning the true story for the first time, too. After all, it had been easier to let them believe it was rape than explain… the truth. He didn’t turn to look at them. They didn’t matter.

The coyote just lay there on the couch, shaking, still hiding behind his hands. The bull suspected -- no, knew -- it was more out of shame than fear. Zavoc had gotten his answer, unsurprising and disappointing as it was. As much as he had hoped otherwise, the coward continued to let him down.

And now Archer had an answer too, whether he liked it or not.

It was time.

He slid his hands over his pecs and down his abs, slowly, appreciating his own power, until they arrived at Finn’s little hips. He gripped them with both hands and slid his cock out, slowly, almost all the way, making the kid groan with every inch.

And then he drove it back in again as far as it would go -- those soft, round cheeks eclipsing two thirds of his dark shaft. “Gahh! Shit!” Finn screamed weakly, like Zavoc had pushed the air out of his lungs via his cock, as he fell forward onto his boyfriend. Flexing his powerful arms and tightening his grip, Zavoc pushed even further, again and again, trying to dig an extra millimetre or two into the boy’s impossibly small, tight hole with each thrust. Finn let out a low, helpless groan between quick, shallow breaths, making helpless sounds that almost seemed to form the words, “Too much”. Zavoc was feeding him the perfect amount of dick.

Finn’s fraught noises brought Archer creeping out of his shell once more, as the coyote lowered his hands and watched his boyfriend with fear. Zavoc thrust his cock in and out of the wailing boy for the coyote’s non-pleasure, while grunting, “The reason I hate you so much, Archer, isn’t because I raped you and you told people. It’s because it wasn’t rape, and you know it!”

The coyote grimaced and looked away, still too pathetic to even look Zavoc in the face.

“I saw the way you looked at me”, the bull said, still fucking deep into Finn and making the otter cry and groan in his boyfriend’s face. “I knew you wanted it. I knew you wanted me. I saw your glances and your little boners. You were begging for it. You were screaming for me to do it. And your body wasn’t fuckin lying. That’s why you sprayed your fucking balls all over the room while I was inside you. You loved it”.

“No, no, no”, Archer whimpered, clutching his own face anxiously. “I begged you to stop!”

“But you didn’t want me to!” Zavoc growled, fucking Finn even harder as a kind of punishment for Archer. “You... mmmngh... couldn’t accept what your body wanted. You couldn’t accept what a worthless little slut you really were. Fuck. You couldn’t admit to yourself that you were a desperate, pathetic cock-slut who wanted what I was doing to you more than anything else”.

Zavoc crammed his cock deep inside Finn again, and the otter groaned exhaustedly, “Guhhhhhhh”. The bull was in the fortunate position of being able to give his mind and body what they both wanted at the same time -- torturing Archer while fuckin that sweet preteen hole. With his knees slightly bent so he was low enough to angle his dick into Finn’s ass, Zavoc’s balls slapped back and forth inside his sack with each thrust. They were heavy, swollen, and begging to burst, and the overwhelming sensation was one of an almost unpleasant aching for release and for relief. The bull could feel precum spurt from his cock to help with that every time his cock flexed -- so hard that those flexes would rise Finn’s lower body an inch or two into the air each time.

He glanced at Archer, and realised the coyote was finally looking at him. He felt a little shiver of pleasure move through his body. Everything he was doing was hotter when Archer was watching it happen.

“I saw you for what you really were, Archer”, the bull spat, shaking his head, feeling an ache in his chest -- an old wound ripped open. “Even better than you could. I gave you what you wanted, and it was awesome. Don’t you fucking remember how we both howled as we came? We stood there for minutes afterwards, you leaning back into me, me holding you up with my arms, your asshole twitching on my pole, your body shivering as cum dribbled from your dick onto the floor. You didn’t complain then. We were just quiet. I’d fucking made you mine, and… it… it was…”

This time, Zavoc broke eye contact. He wasn’t gonna finish that sentence.

Instead, he picked up the pace of his kid-plowing. Finn grunted and groaned, his sweet little noises soothing Zavoc’s pain. When he looked back to Archer, the coyote had gone quiet. His eyes were looking back quietly, open wide, yet... staring through the bull.

In a slower, calmer voice than before, Zavoc said, “You were a fucking coward, Arch. If you’d accepted who you were... we could have had a good thing. Do you get that? That’s why I hate you”.

A feeling tried to crawl its way out of his throat, and Zavoc had to swallow it back down. Were he forced to put a name to it, he might have called it sadness.

“Deep down”, he said, thrusting into Finn for emphasis, “I know you wanted to be my bitch. I wanted to make you my bitch. I knew what you really were. You stupid little dumb fuck with your skinny hips and your long tail and your girly face and your faggoty hair… And I thought you knew me, but I was wrong”.

Ughhh. The sadness rose. It hurt so much. He hated feeling this way -- a feeling he’d tried so hard to shrug off years ago. He crammed his cock into the little otter’s ass and made him groan. “We could have been… We could have had something. The two of us. Together. It could have worked. And I fuckin thought it was gonna! I left that bathroom feeling real good and happy. And I thought you felt it too. I could see the fuckin evidence all over the stall”. He sighed heavily, upper lip curling in anger. “But you fucked it all up. You were too much of a sissy to accept what had happened. And I paid the price for that, not you”. He slammed his cock into Finn even harder, making him scream. “You decided I’d raped you to protect your fragile little ego”.

He drew his cock all the way out of the kid’s ass, his head popping out with a schhhlop noise, as a stream of precum dribbled down the preteen’s tiny ball sack. The kid shivered as his gaping pink hole twitched weakly.

“And then my fucking future was over”, the bull added. “All because you were too embarrassed to admit to yourself that you loved having your virginity hate-fucked out of you in a filthy bathroom stall!”

Panting, Zavoc paused while his cock pulsed and dribbled. He watched to see Archer’s reaction. He wasn’t sure what he was actually hoping to see. There was nothing Archer could do now to make this right, to ever properly apologise for what he’d done. There was nothing he could do to stop Zavoc from plowing his little boyfriend. The bull supposed he simply wanted Archer to understand why he hated him so much -- why he deserved everything that was happening to him… and what was about to happen.

It was hard to tell if Archer did understand. The coyote’s watery eyes looked glazed over, staring into the distance somewhere behind Zavoc, his brow lowered, his mouth slightly open. A look of intense thought, as his simple mind ticked over Zavoc’s words. Ugh, maybe he was finally getting through to him.

It was something. As the bull’s cock squirted precum onto Finn’s hole, throbbing furiously with almost painful lust, it would have to be good enough. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“I don’t care if you get it”, Zavoc growled. “I’m done trying to get this into your thick fuckin skull. Now I just want you to watch while I fuck the virginity out of your boyfriend instead. Let’s see if the fuckin kid handles it better than you did”.

With that, Zavoc angled his glistening cock head against Finn’s tiny hole once more, grabbed hold of the kid’s slender hips, and crammed his cock inside the little boy. Finn squealed and tried to crawl away by digging his little paws into Archer’s chest, but Zavoc wasn’t having any of it. He held Finn firmly in place with his huge hands as he pushed his gigantic dick as far into the kid’s ass as it would go. As Finn whimpered with distress, Zavoc just moaned.

He was done fucking around. Now it was just time to fuck.

With one hand on Finn’s hips, he wrapped his other around the base of Finn’s tail. He drew his hips back until only his head was inside the otter’s hole, and then he pulled the otter back towards him like a toy as he thrust forward again at the same time. He repeated the action, again and again, faster each time, until his thick shaft was gliding in and out of the kid’s tight hole, his heavy balls swinging backwards and forwards, his powerful arms flexed and bulging, Finn’s boyish and wailing voice harmonising with his own deep grunts and groans.

Archer, meanwhile, looked like his mind had retreated somewhere else. That wouldn’t do.

Zavoc backhanded Archer across the face again, making him yelp, and bringing the coyote’s attention back to where it belonged. His wounded face crumpled with sadness as he focused on the otter cub once more. Much better.

“How’s it feel, Archer?” Zavoc grunted, biting his lip. “How’s it feel to watch your lovely little boyfriend getting his brains fucked out of his skull by my big fat dick?” He spanked the kid’s soft round butt for emphasis, and felt the kid’s hole clench even tighter around his shaft in response, in time with a whimper. “I’ll tell you how it fuckin feels for me”, he added darkly, with a grin. “It’s amazing. I’ve never fucked anything so fucking tight before. It looks so fucking hot. My cock’s so fucking massive, and he’s so tiny and little. I can see my dick disappearing inside him and it looks so fuckin wrong and so fuckin hot at the same time”.

“Fuck yeah it does”, Nakk agreed in a hypnotised voice, rubbing his sloppy cock so fast his whole fat ugly body was jiggling.

“And”, Zavoc continued, thrusting into the kid to emphasise each word, “those... little... moans... and... groans... fuck!” Finn wailed in response each time, though his young body fought to escape the bull’s giant cock while he still got used to it, there was nothing he could do. “They’re making my balls churn with the biggest fuckin load of my life. Just for your boy. Mmmmmgh… His chubby little cheeks are jiggling for me”, Zavoc grunted. “They’re so fuckin round and soft. So fuckin perfect for fucking. You’ve got no idea how hot his little ass looks on my cock. And it feels even better. Fuck! He’s incredible on my cock, such a hot little slut, a… ugh… fucking tight little fucktoy just for me”.

He left one hand on Finn’s tail and brought the other up to his own body to stroke his muscles and rub his nipples, biting his lip and baring his teeth, basking in the sense of strength and power he felt in the act of fucking -- no, pounding -- a preteen, for the first time, on top of the cub’s shitty boyfriend. He felt more powerful than he’d ever felt in his entire life, like his body was swelling in size -- as though happiness was going to explode out of his bulging muscles like the grin that was exploding across his face and the thick cum that was going to explode out of his balls soon enough.

“He’s such a good fuck, Arch”, Zavoc said, staring down his nose at the coyote as he plowed away. “I’m so glad you brought him with you when you decided to come to my place, like the idiot cunt you are. He’s been so much fun for me to fuck and use. So cute and so fucking rapeable. So beautiful on my big fat cock. Ungh. Mmmmnngh”.

“I’m sorry”, Archer said quietly, looking at Finn, but not so quietly that Zavoc couldn’t hear.

“You should be fuckin sorry”, the bull growled, his hand rubbing his thick abs. “You’ve had this coming for so long, and I’ve been waiting for it for so long. But it’s fuckin worth it. Fuck. In all the years I thought about having my revenge on you, I never expected it’d be this fuckin good. I’m breaking in your boy’s cute little ass, and he’s never gonna forget it. Your perfect little relationship will never be the same. Because I’m always gonna be his first, and his fucking best!”

To Zavoc’s side, Brandt let out a cruel laugh at the jabs towards Archer. He was stroking his cock too, but in long, slow motions. He was taking his time and enjoying what he was watching, eyes fixed on Archer’s misery and feeding on his sadness.

Finn’s whole body heaved with a series of sobs, and he buried his face in his boyfriend’s chest fur. Though, the bull wasn’t going to let him rob Archer of all his beautiful, pained facial expressions as he got his underage ass railed. Zavoc moved one of his hands to Finn’s head and wrapped his thick black fingers through the otter’s light sandy hair.

Then he pulled Finn’s head upwards, lifting the otter’s entire upper body into the air by his hair. As Finn started to squirm and wail in confused fear, his hands scrambled against Archer’s fur. But seconds later he was so high into the air his couldn’t even reach his boyfriend with his paws. Though his legs were still spread apart atop Archer’s waist, the rest of his body was suspended from Zavoc’s hand.

“Hang on, Finn”, Zavoc said with a smirk. “You’re about to get fucked”.

This turned out to be an even better position, as Finn’s tight little body was now angled in a way that allowed Zavoc to rape an extra centimetre or two into his insides. Of course, he took advantage of that immediately. He plowed into Finn’s ass with deep strokes, the boy’s ass gripping his entire cock in warm, slippery embrace. Finn groaned like he was being punched from the inside, over and over, while Zavoc just groaned with pleasure. The otter’s tears, previously sinking into Archer’s chest fur, now flew through the air in random drops as the kid’s body jolted from Zavoc’s thrusts, raining all over the coyote’s body and on his face.

Holding Finn’s body up in the air emphasised just how tiny he was compared the bull. The kid otter’s weight was nothing in the bovine’s hands. He was so tiny and fragile, and so cute and innocent, while Zavoc just felt immeasurably powerful -- holding the crying kid there, above his boyfriend, in the perfect position to be slammed by his giant bull cock. And that’s what Zavoc did. He continued fucking Finn deeper and faster than before, his cock head driving deep into Finn’s insides, his ball sack slapping back and forth, his fur dripping with musky sweat. His voice changed as he felt shivers of pleasure travel down his shaft, letting out deep, lustful grunts and groans of raw gratification, and relief, as he took what he needed so badly.

But Finn’s voice changed too.

His shrieks of panic started to turn into lower, deeper groans of... confusion? And his little body, previously tense and desperate to escape, started to loosen, becoming floppier and even more fuckable. His asshole started to unclench, and while his fingers had frantically reached to grab onto Archer a moment before, they now started to grasp at the air with mindless need. One of his paws latched onto Zavoc’s fingers and squeezed, relaxed, and then squeezed again, as he moaned, “Ahh… Uhhhhhh… Guuuhhhhhhh…”

Archer’s ears perked forwards, and the coyote’s eyes erupted with a kind of wide-eyed shock and sorrow as he stared at his boyfriend’s face. Zavoc found himself grinning with pride. He hadn’t lied to Finn, after all.

He thrust as deeply into the otter as he could and kept his cock in there, making Finn shiver and groan, “Ugggggghhh”. But the kid didn’t try to pull away. His insides tightened and then relaxed around the length of Zavoc’s dick in a way that the bull could almost feel the need coming from inside the otter’s hot body.

Finn felt so good around him. Too good. This was too fucking perfect. Zavoc gritted his teeth as the pleasure travelling through his cock almost made his balls explode. He let out a deep breath as his body pulled back from the edge of a cliff, steadying himself, panting. And then he charged towards it.

One hand through Finn’s hair and the other on the otter’s hips, his thumb sinking into the kid’s soft butt flesh, he fucked Finn. He fucked him. He pounded the kid’s ass with his giant dick, grunting and groaning, to the sound of Finn wailing like he was having the life fucked out of him.

“You feel that, baby boy?” he grunted. “You feel that? That’s what Archer can never give you. Him and his pathetic little cock can never compare to me and mine. He can never fuck you like this. He can never make you feel this good!”

He glanced at Archer’s face and saw a look of dead-eyed surrender that made his balls surge upwards in his sack, his cock throbbing harder than it had ever throbbed before. This was everything he’d wanted for so long.

“He’s a worthless little wimp!” Zavoc growled, pounding away. “But I’m a proper man. I’m not even all the way inside you and I’m stretching you and fucking you deeper and making you feel better than Archer ever could with his puny little dick! You get that, baby boy? He can never do this for you! Only I can! Never forget it!”

All Finn could do in response was gasp for air in between his hopeless moans and screams.

“And don’t you forget it either, Arch”, the bull growled, staring at the coyote’s hollow eyes. “He’s always gonna have a taste for big ol’ bull cock after this. You’ll never be good enough for him. He might pretend he loves you, but in the back of his mind he’ll always be thinking about how good I made him feel. Always. He’ll always know there’s someone better out there”.

Finn reached up with both paws to grab hold of Zavoc’s hands and hold on for dear life as he was used by the bull. Zavoc used the opportunity to fuck his deathly tight cock sleeve toy even harder -- that’s all that Finn was right now.

Finn’s whole body quaked and he screamed. “It’s t-too much! Ugghhh! Stop!”

“I’m claiming this fucking ass!” was all Zavoc growled in response, pounding the kid as hard as he could. “I’m giving you what you fucking deserve! This is what you fucking need! Getting pounded in your tight little ass!”

Zavoc felt like was fucking Archer’s soul as well as Finn’s hole. “And Arch, if you ever pick up the courage to fuck him,” he roared, “he’ll have to think about me to get off! You’ll never be able to do it for him. Even when he’s with you, he’ll be fantasising about me every time he blows his fucking load”.

Finn’s moans were rising in pitch and volume. Despite his protests, Zavoc knew the boy’s body wanted the bull’s dick inside it. Just like he knew with Archer’s body all those years ago.

He took one last hateful look at Archer -- pale and pitiful.

And then forgot about him. He’d drained what he wanted from the coyote. Now it was all about enjoying Finn.

“You still want me to stop, ungh, baby boy?” Zavoc groaned. “Tell me what you want!”

“Guhhhhh... noooo”, Finn whimpered.

“Then beg for it!”

Tears streaming from his face, his voice breaking as he screamed, his body weak and limp from being railed by a goddamn bull, the otter groaned, “Please... keep going! Keep... going... please… Fuck me…”

“Good boy!” Zavoc panted, exploding in a triumphant grin even as he breathed heavily and sweat trickled down his fur. His muscles burnt but he pushed through his fatigue to give the kid what they both so badly wanted. All that mattered was the feeling of cum aching to explode from inside his balls and his rapidly throbbing cock. “Here you go, kid!” he roared, plowing the boy between every breath. “My giant fuckin dick... just for you... about to explode in your guts... claiming you forever... turning you into... the fucking slut... uggghhh... you were born to be!”

He delivered a final few deep thrusts that bottomed out somewhere near the kid’s navel. As he felt himself rush over the edge, he leant backwards, pulling Finn against his own body and pulled his arms around the tiny body, wrapping the quaking boy inside his muscles in sweaty embrace -- his cock so deep inside the kid that he could see his cock head bulging through Finn’s sweet and soft tummy fur.

An incredible scream tore through the boy’s body, his untouched, premature dick twitching like crazy. At the same time, a stream of clear, sticky liquid suddenly erupted from the tip, landing on Archer’s hips before spraying upwards to hit the coyote in his dumb, open-mouthed face. Finn bucked back and forth wildly on the bull’s cock, his fringe flopping about his head, screaming helplessly as he lost control and squirted all over his boyfriend. All the while, his insides squeezed Zavoc’s cock with the impossible tightness of a nine-year-old’s orgasming hole.

Zavoc roared as his balls jolted upwards in his sack, and hours’ worth of bull semen stewing away inside his sack finally gushed through his cock and deep into the little boy’s guts. The bulge in Finn’s stomach grew with every powerful surge of jizz from the bull’s cock head, and the bull groaned, “Uggggghhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuuuuccckkkkkk!” as the pleasure exploded from his fat dick and overwhelmed every part of his body. “Yessssss… Fffffuhhh… Fuckkkk!”

His muscles burnt with bliss as he clutched the tiny boy against his chunky chest with powerful arms, savouring the small cub’s spasms and jolts against his body as they came together. Finn groaned endlessly in his grasp while Zavoc filled him up, cumming so hard inside the kid it almost hurt.

Finn threw his head back, body tense and tight as his own cock kept spurting, eyes clenched shut and streaming with tears, mouth open as he gasped and groaned helplessly.

Without thinking, Zavoc leant forward to lock lips with him and slide his tongue between the boy’s lips. He puffed the otter’s cheeks out with his breath as he let out his own lustful moan, exploring the kid’s mouth with his long tongue. Finn quaked violently in his grip, so he held the boy tightly as he kissed him deeply, one big hand around his tiny chest and hard nipples, the other around his ballooning stomach. He could feel his own cock through the boy’s skin, flexing powerfully as it exploded with heavenly pleasure and shot the most amazing load of its life.

Before he knew it, the cub’s skin was stretched so tight around his bulging tummy that he looked ready to burst. And while Finn was at his limit, Zavoc was still cumming. The kid’s underage hole made for an incredibly tight ring around the bull’s shaft, but even it wasn’t tight enough to hold the biggest load of Zavoc’s life. Hot, thick jizz started to spurt out of the otter’s hole with every continuing pulse of Zavoc’s cock, splattering the bull’s sack, thighs, and feet, as well as Archer’s crotch.

As Zavoc breathed through his nose, he could smell it all. Both of their hot bodies dripped with sweat as they gripped each other and rode out their pleasure together. Finn’s breath mingled with his own inside their locked mouths. And then there was the stench of cum -- the scent of the massive, manly load stewing away inside his aching balls for hours. They were the smells of raw, rough sex between a manly bull and a fuckable, slutty little nine-year-old. He inhaled deeply, hoping Finn was breathing it all in too and letting it sink into his brain forever.

A part of his mind wanted to check if Finn could breathe with all that tongue down his throat, but, lost in pleasure, all Zavoc could do was twitch and groan and cum and cum and cum. And he came, eyes closed, groaning, kissing, flexing, hugging, feeling Finn’s body against and inside and around his own, feeling at one with the kid, until he had nothing left -- no cum, no breath, no energy. Not even enough to keep standing. At the end, he pulled his mouth from Finn’s, and let out an utterly exhausted groan.

Finn gasped for air, his whole body heaving as he shivered and twitched helplessly in Zavoc’s arms.

The bull was so exhausted he almost fell over, but he managed to shuffle his hooves apart and stand upright. Panting heavily, he opened his eyes through slow blinks, like he was waking from a deep sleep and a beautiful dream. The first thing he saw was Archer -- the fur who had been on his mind more than anyone else in the world for such a long time.

When he looked upon him now, everything was different.

He felt no rage. No sadness. No regret. As Archer lay there on Zavoc’s couch underneath the two, the bull saw little more than a broken, unwanted piece of furniture from his past.

He didn’t care what the coyote thought, or said, or did anymore. He’d taken so much from the bull, and hurt him so badly… but no more. Zavoc had gotten what he wanted, and now he was done. Done with the coyote. Finally.

Zavoc stumbled over to the other couch, and flopped down onto his back, the whimpering cub still in his arms. He hugged the kid tightly and kissed his cheek as the boy shivered and groaned weakly. “You did good, kiddo”, the bull panted, patting his hair. Finn smiled in response, and Zavoc did as well.

And then he laid back, and sighed, closing his eyes, basking in the feeling all throughout his body and soul that he had craved for so long.

For the first time in years, he was at peace.

Zavoc felt free.



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