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Archer murmured with half-formed disappointment and slowly opened his eyes, each slow, tired blink taking him one step further from his fuzzy half-dream state and back into reality. \n\nThe figure faded. \n\nThe room grew colder.\n\nAnd then the crushing loneliness of reality came down upon him like a big bull hoof stomping on his chest.\n\nHe was alone. Painfully, agonisingly alone.\n\n“[i]Ohhh[/i][i][/i]”, was all the coyote whimpered pathetically, as he remembered everything that had happened to him all at once -- a truth so painful it was enough to make him wish he hadn’t woken up at all. Within seconds his eyes grew wet, and as sobs erupted from his body, he could smell whatever the fuck kind of alcohol he’d been drinking last night through his nostrils. He buried his face in his pillow, groaning with sadness and self-pity, trying to hide from the unbearable truth of his new world.\n\nFinn wasn’t here. He hadn’t been here for so long that it hurt like hell, like his heart was being crushed inside a big black hand. And yet he hadn’t been gone long enough for Archer to stop expecting to see that beautiful boy beside him when he woke up every single morning -- diving under his covers, or plotting something naughty.\n\nIt had been... two, three weeks, now, maybe?\n\nFuck, he didn’t even know what day it was. It could have been months for all he knew -- for how it felt. It all blurred together into a fucking mess of tears and take-out and wine dribbling down his chin while staring at the wall or sitting on the floor of the shower until the water ran cold. And who cared? What did time matter, anyway? What did anything matter anymore?\n\nThe one thing that did matter had been taken from him. And he couldn’t even blame either of them. He’d failed them both. He was just a big fucking cowardly pathetic useless stupid little-dick wimpy fuck-up and he deserved this. And they deserved each other.\n\nHe clutched his pillow tightly around his head, paws tense with frustration, until he couldn’t breathe, holding it until he ran out of air, and then he held it even longer, as his chest started to burn and the ache in his head grew angrier from the lack of oxygen, a small part of his mind wanting all this pain to just stop already because it was [i]too much[/i][i][/i].\n\nWhen he finally released the pillow and let his head flop to the side, gasping for air, he looked towards the window and realised it was, in fact, sometime in the afternoon, as the crisp colours around the edges of the curtains seared his eyes. He would have checked his bedside clock to see the actual time but he’d launched it across the room one of several nights ago and never been able to summon the energy to put it back where it belonged.\n\nWhatever.\n\nArcher squinted at the painful glow, but didn’t look away. He stayed in bed for what felt vaguely like another hour before finally dragging himself out, only when the need to piss finally got too much for him to bear. Afterwards, he stumbled into the kitchen, still naked, wiping a trickle of piss from his sheath with the back of his wrist, before leaning forward to rest his head on the counter and letting out a tired sigh.\n\nHis body just felt so heavy… with the weight of existence. Everything was so… [i]hard[/i][i][/i]. Like every other day the past few weeks, he struggled to summon the motivation to do anything at all. To eat or drink or brush his teeth. Forget about cleaning or leaving the house or doing work. He was a broken individual, covered in cracks that traced all the way back to his heart.\n\nHere, in the kitchen, the sound of a young boy calling his name and pleading for pancakes echoed through his mind. Taunting him. Demanding his attention and his guilt. Though his eyes were closed, he could see Finn in his mind -- sitting on the counter and swinging his legs happily while Archer cooked for him, or raiding the cupboard for hidden treats. And he could feel him against his body, wrapping his little arms around one of Archer’s legs in a hug, waiting for the coyote to scoop him up, sit him on the bench, and kiss him.\n\n“[i]Guhhhh[/i][i][/i]”, Archer groaned like he’d been punched. He sniffled and wiped his growing tears away with his other wrist, both of them now wet, before standing up and blinking rapidly to stop himself from crying. [i]No[/i][i][/i]. He wasn’t going to break down in the kitchen, again. He’d ended up too sore last time after lying on the tiles for an hour, neck kinked from where his head had been propped up by the fridge. \n\nHe was vaguely aware of his stomach cramping with hunger. It was enough to spur him to stare at his pantry for a few minutes through teary-misty eyes and consider making some instant noodles, but then he thought about the effort of having to boil water in the kettle and wait for a couple of minutes for the noodles to soften and how he’d need to wash a fork because everything was piled up and dirty and it was just [i]too much effort.[/i][i][/i]\n\nHe got a slightly soft apple from the fridge instead and stumbled into his living room, brushing take-out containers off the couch cushions so he could flop his body onto it. Weakly clutching the fruit inside a paw, face smushed against the couch, some distant, sane part of his mind urged him to roll over on his side so he could eat the thing. He ignored it. After a while, the apple dropped from his fatigued hand to the ground, and rolled across the carpet, under a table, out of his reach. It could stay there. He didn’t want it anyway.\n\nLying in dreadful silence, the memory of Finn’s voice encroached upon him from every direction, and his tears threatened to return, hand-in-hand with a sharp pain in his chest. To distract himself, he managed to crawl forward to where he’d left his laptop, and dragged it towards him. Still lying on his stomach, he opened a whole bunch of tabs. Social media and news and discussion boards. All of them a pointless waste of time. Just words on a page. The best thing he could do right now was just… forget his life for a little while. He could kill an hour or two like this. As long as he kept scrolling and reading, he was distracted from the crushing weight of reality, like stepping outside of his painful fucking skull for a mental stroll. That way he wouldn’t need to start drinking until the evening to make it through to bedtime. \n\nHe cycled through tab after tab for a while, until he got to his email account.\n\nThen a wave of cold prickles flooded through his body. His eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat as he saw what was sitting there, proudly, at the top of his inbox.\n\nFROM: zavcock@furmail.com\n\nSUBJECT: A present for you\n\nThere was no body text. Just an attachment. A video file.\n\nArcher didn’t even hesitate to click the download button.\n\nIt was not a small file, and it took a significant amount of time to download. But still, Archer couldn’t bring himself to do anything but stare at the shimmering blue progress bar as it slowly ticked along towards the end of its box. As the bar crept along like a dark stranger approaching him in the night, he didn’t know whether to be afraid or not. His heart beat rapidly in anticipation as the possibilities did laps around the inside of his head -- a curious mix of fear and excitement that were indistinguishable from each other. As he finally clicked on the downloaded video, he was holding his breath, his body frozen, eyes open wide and stuck to the screen.\n\nThe camera shifted awkwardly until Finn’s face suddenly came into view. The otter grimaced shyly.\n\n“Oh… [i]God[/i][i][/i]…” Archer sputtered, as the visual image of Finn’s face punched him in the chest. His heart churned with joy and misery, his face frowning sadly, as his hand moved forward to stroke the sadly two-dimensional image on the screen. Being haunted by his thoughts and memories was bad enough, but actually seeing Finn’s face now set his tears flowing within seconds, little rivers of regret pouring from his eyes. He loved Finn so much. He’d enjoyed their life together more than he’d ever enjoyed life at all. Even while being with him, he’d tried to appreciate what they had every single day. But still, he hadn’t come close to comprehending how pitiful life would be without that incredible boy by his side and in his arms.\n\n“Ah, [i]fuuuck[/i][i][/i]”, he sniffled, wiping his tears away with a paw and blinking away the blurriness so he could continue watching the screen. \n\nFinn was lying down on what looked like Zavoc’s bed, and he made awkward eye contact with the phone camera pointed at his face before glancing away, his face full of embarrassment and shyness. Even now, Archer thought, the boy looked painfully cute with his deep green eyes and round cheeks under a messy sandy fringe, longer than Archer remembered. His head filled half of the screen, obscuring much of the rest of his body -- though Archer could still tell that the otter was naked from glimpses of his bare fur here and there as he shifted around. Finn glanced to the left of the camera, upwards, at someone, as he whined, “I dunno… it’s weird”.\n\nA distinctively deep voice, much like the one featuring in Archer’s nightmares the last nights, replied, “Trust me. He’ll like it. You’ll forget the camera’s even there”. Then Zavoc casually wandered into view beside Finn and stopped at the foot of the bed, completely naked. There was nothing to hide his massive muscular body, or the heavy cock hanging between his legs in all of its pulsating glory, or the proud grin on his face. With a dark laugh, the bull added, “Remember when you sucked my dick in the cinema. You eventually forgot there were other people there too”. Finn frowned through a blush.\n\nArcher’s heart didn’t know what to do. It sank and it soared at the same time, bouncing chaotically around inside his ribcage. He had so much love for the boy on the screen, and seeing his face again filled him with as much joy as it did sadness. Yet behind him was Zavoc, the implication of what he was about to do with that growing monster of a cock not exactly unclear. \n\nHe wasn’t sure that was a bad thing.\n\nThe coyote’s eyes moved up and down the bull’s naked body, lingering on his handsome face, built chest, and manly dick. He was a powerful beast whom Archer had had hated and feared for so long -- however misguided he may have been. And he felt like he should hate him now once more for taking Finn away from him. \n\nBut… instead, he felt… well… something altogether different to hate. A feeling deep inside his heart that made it ache.\n\nA feeling he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to put into words. \n\nZavoc climbed onto the bed with slow, deliberate movements until his much larger body was over Finn, while watching the camera with a dark look in his eyes akin to that of some kind of predator. As the bull lowered himself onto Finn gently, and their naked bodies came together on the bed, the otter chewed his lip nervously, before Zavoc cupped the boy’s head in his hand to gently turn it to the side. Leaning forward, he kissed up Finn’s neck before locking lips with the little boy in a firm, passionate kiss. Archer saw glimpses of thick wet bovine tongue moving between the gaps in their lips, Finn’s cheeks bulging where the bull was exploring his mouth. In response, Finn’s eyes closed gently and happily, while Zavoc cast an eye towards the camera, the side of his mouth curling in an undeniable smirk while he continued smooching the otter. The speakers on Archer’s laptop vibrated with sounds of lustful satisfaction -- a harmony of deep grunts and boyish whimpers, much like how on his screen, the two contrasting bodies looked so good together -- big and little, light and dark, a big dom bull and a cute kid otter. \n\nStaring at the screen, Archer’s mouth was wide open, panting heavily, his heart slamming against his chest, his body otherwise frozen, having not moved an inch since the video had started. \n\nNo, actually, that wasn’t true. Five inches of his body had moved, and was now pressing firmly into the couch cushion underneath his body. He winced as he felt it throb.\n\nZavoc slowly pulled away from Finn’s face, thick ropes of their mixed saliva hanging between their mouths before dribbling down Zavoc’s chest and the otter’s chin. The bull sat up, legs either side of the child underneath him, and grabbed a bottle of lube from off-camera. Then he squirted it onto his cock before giving it a few long strokes to massage it into his thick meat which glistened in the light. “You ready, baby boy?” he asked, the camera just barely capturing the bottom of his smirk.\n\nMid-wiping the drool from his face with the back of his hand, Finn seemed to suddenly remember the camera was there, and he made eye contact with it for half a second before blushing and looking downwards. Obediently, he nodded and shuffled backwards towards the bull, angling his ass upwards, where the two fuzzy round circles came into view of the camera just above his messy hair.\n\n[i]Ugh, I miss that fuckin ass,[/i][i][/i] the coyote couldn’t help but think on impulse.\n\n“Good boy”, Zavoc said, his voice laden with a heavy dose of approval. With one big black hand on Finn’s little hips and the other on his thick shaft, Zavoc pressed his cock head against Finn’s hole and started gently thrusting against him. As the bull applied some of his weight to the little otter’s ass, Finn’s hips were pushed back down against the bed. Archer couldn’t see a whole lot of what was happening behind the otter’s head. But he could read it all across Finn’s face, as the otter bit down on his lip and clenched his eyes shut. And he could hear it too, as the otter let out groans of rising pitch between quick inhales of air. In the background, his voice heavy with bass, Zavoc grunted and groaned as well. As Finn’s body was squished against the mattress via Zavoc’s cock, more of the bull’s flexing muscles came into view from the top of the screen.\n\n“[i]Nnnnnnngggghhhhh[/i][i][/i]…” Finn whimpered.\n\n“[i]Grrrr… Uggghhh…[/i][i][/i]” Zavoc groaned.\n\n“[i]Fuck…[/i][i][/i]” Archer sighed heavily, a strange kind of relief washing over his entire body. Without even realising, he’d started grinding against the couch, leaving a streak of dampness from his erection.\n\nZavoc’s body jolted forward an inch, and the bull let out a loud happy groan while the otter gripped the sheets tightly in his tiny paws and squealed “[i]Fuck[/i][i][/i]!” -- a word he’d never used before picking it up from Zavoc.\n\n“[i]Mmmm[/i][i][/i]. See, that didn’t take too long”, Zavoc snorted, lowering his head enough to be in view of the camera, probably just to show off his smug grin. “I think I’m starting to break you in. [i]Mnngh[/i][i][/i]. You’re getting used to my fat dick”.\n\n“[i]Guhhhhhh[/i][i][/i]!” Finn groaned in response, burying his face in the mattress as he struggled to take the bull’s monster cock into him.\n\nZavoc let out a proud little laugh, sitting back and placing both hands on the kid’s hips, using them to slowly pull the otter backwards and upwards along his cock. There was less resistance now that he’d quite obviously penetrated the kid, and Archer saw Finn’s cheeks come into view again, spread either side of the bull’s thick shaft. “Ah fuck”, Zavoc grunted above Finn’s struggling whimpers. “You’re so fuckin hot and tight. You’ve got no idea how good your ass feels, baby”. He suddenly let out a quick, short laugh. “And neither do you, Archer, I guess. Man, you really missed the boat on this one. You should’ve fucked him while you had the chance”.\n\n“[i]Yeah, I should have[/i][i][/i]”, Archer echoed breathily, mindlessly, eyes glued to Zavoc’s shaft where it disappeared inside the tiny otter, and desperately trying to imagine how good it felt for the big stud of a bull. For a moment, Archer imagined he was thrusting into Finn’s ass instead of against a mere cushion. His cock throbbed and spurted with precum, getting increasingly harder and hornier… \n\nThe bull shifted his body forward so instead of sitting upright he was now over Finn, holding his own body up with his arms, the powerful muscles flexing and bulging through his fur. The bedroom must have had a light overhead, as the bull’s much larger body cast a faint shadow over the little otter. Still, Archer could see both their faces, Finn’s flushed with pain and Zavoc’s awash with pride and pleasure.\n\n“[i]Fucking hell[/i][i][/i]”, the coyote panted, his cock as hard as it had ever been. The warm tingles coming from his dick and flooding through his body had washed away the crippling guilt and hopelessness -- reality washed away by a tide of relief. All his mind cared about now was what he was seeing on the screen.\n\n“You doin okay, baby?” Zavoc grunted.\n\nFinn gave a short nod, tugging the sheets between his teeth.\n\n“Heheh. Good. I’m not sure I could stop. My cock feels incredible right now. Feels so fuckin nice… and you like making me feel good, don’t you?”\n\n“[i]Yyhhhmmnnngh-mmmh[/i][i][/i]”, Finn groaned, a pained approximation of [i]Yeah[/i][i][/i].\n\nJust barely visible between the two naked furs were the many rows of Zavoc’s chest and stomach muscles, which formed a bumpy road all the way down to his crotch. Half of his thick dark shaft was visible before it disappeared between Finn’s two gloriously round butt cheeks, which dropped and disappeared behind Finn’s head as the bull gave a thrust into him and made him squeal.\n\n“[i]Yeah[/i][i][/i]. There’s nothing better than fucking your tight ass”, Zavoc grunted over the top of the sound of Finn’s wailing, his cock buried deep inside the kid. “Though… pissing down your throat this morning because I didn’t want to get out of bed came pretty close. [i]Mmm[/i][i][/i]”.\n\nWith that, he licked his lips and smirked cockily. The expression smacked Archer across the face. “You arrogant jerk”, the coyote panted through gritted teeth, even though Zavoc’s words made his cock throb hungrily and beg for attention.\n\n“You got a nice reward for that, though, didn’t you?” the bull added, lifting his hips up slowly. “You know I make you feel better than anyone else can, baby boy. Heh, you squirted so fucking hard afterwards while we were kissing, I think you almost hit the roof… And then we just rolled over and went back to sleep”. He looked straight into the camera, his smile flickering as he said in a serious tone, “This really is the life”.\n\nArcher’s heart sank. And at the same time, Zavoc’s fat pole sank slightly deeper inside the kid each time, as he lifted his hips up and dropped them down again and again, Finn whimpering and squirming louder each time. The bull kept on repeating what he was doing, gently drawing his cock out before shoving it forward again, [i]fucking [/i][i][/i]the kid, all the while looking into the camera with dark eyes and a grin that only got wider as Finn groaned louder.\n\n“You are such a good boy”, the bull said warmly, leaning forward to gently nuzzle Finn’s hair with his nose, though he punctuated the sentence with another deep thrust which made Finn’s entire body quiver. “You’re doing such a good job today. I guess eating out your ass for an hour beforehand really helped, huh?” There was a teasingness to his tone of voice, probably mixed in there for Archer. Finn nodded quickly and easily, and whimpered something that sounded like agreement, but his voice cut off as the bull thrust into him deeply yet again, which only made it seem like Zavoc was playing with him. With a snort, the big bull added, “I’m sure Archer’s really proud of you for how well you’re taking my [i]massive [/i][i][/i]cock. You’re really getting used to it, huh?”\n\nThe bull propped himself up on his elbows and started thrusting harder, his body now slapping against Finn’s and pushing the kid into the mattress before the springs bounced him back upwards again to meet the next downward thrust from the bull. With the quickened pace, Finn’s wails grew more desperate, while the bull’s moans grew louder and he started to pant for air from the exertion of moving his massive muscular body up and down so rapidly. \n\n“Grrrrrr. Fuck! You feel so fucking good impaled on my cock. I can’t even… fucking describe it. It’s so fucking good! Heh. And the best fuckin thing is that we do this every day. Every… fuckin… day… Archer. A[i]ll fucking day[/i][i][/i]. He makes my cock feel so good. And I make him cum till he’s got nothin left. We never stop. And he still begs for more. Haha! [i]Ugghh[/i][i][/i]! He’s turning into a fuckin slut. [i]My [/i][i][/i]fuckin slut!”\n\nEvery word was like a slap to the face for Archer -- exactly how they were intended. Zavoc was living out Archer’s darkest impulses, enjoying every moment and bragging about how fuckin sweet it was. He was claiming Archer’s boyfriend, and there was [i]nothing [/i][i][/i]he could do about it.\n\n[i]Fuck, why am I so fucking hard?[/i][i][/i]\n\nThe bull was fucking Finn so hard now that the bed was creaking under the force of his thrusts -- nose ring wobbling, fur glistening with sweat that would occasionally drip onto the kid underneath him. The otter was surrounded by hot sweaty bulging muscles as his insides were rearranged, and Archer couldn’t imagine what it was like for him. \n\nActually, he did have a bit of an idea, from the one evening that had set all of this in motion, when he’d been rap--... [i]fucked[/i][i][/i], in the bathroom stall at school. Had he been braver at that one crucial moment in time, perhaps he would be in Finn’s position now, serving the big stud of a bull, drinking his piss, and getting pummeled by his cock. Getting used like a worthless slut.\n\n[i]Ugh, fuck[/i][i][/i]. He wished he was Finn right now as much as he wished he was Zavoc. Both of them were so magnificently attractive… but Archer could do nothing except run a hand through his hair and needily tug on it as he burnt with jealousy and lust. He shifted his body for a moment to take a deep breath to try to push off some of his tension, and realised the cushion under his cock was actually [i]wet[/i][i][/i]. His cock was positively leaking. He hadn’t had an orgasm in days.\n\nAs he looked back at the screen and saw that big black bull lost in the pleasure of fucking a young kid, his speakers buzzed, “Fuck, you are just… the hottest little cocksleeve ever made… You’re so good on my cock… [i]mmmm[/i][i][/i]. My balls are churning the biggest fucking load for you”, and Archer opened his mouth to pant with desire. He felt a spurt of precum shoot through his cock, and he rolled back onto it so he could grind against the cushion, whimpering, “[i]F-f-f-fucck[/i][i][/i]”. He couldn’t help himself. This was too much. It felt [i]too good.[/i][i][/i] But he shouldn't... \n\nAnd then Archer caught what he was doing, and he dropped his head in a kind of defeat. Falling into old patterns. His old self. Lies and denial. Stupid… \n\nHe realised what Zavoc was doing. Because despite their bizarre, chaotic relationship, the two furs knew each other intimately. And in that way, they had a… connection. If anything, Zavoc knew Archer better than the coyote knew himself. \n\nSo, as the bull taunted Archer with all the perverted things he’d done to his little lover, and described the depths of hedonistic sexual pleasure that Archer would never be able to experience, and bragged about his own masculine superiority… he wasn’t just showing off, he was putting on a [i]show[/i][i][/i]. \n\nA show [i]for [/i][i][/i]Archer. \n\nAnd the coyote understood now, that this was, perhaps, Zavoc’s unusual way of showing his…\n\nAffection.\n\nThe old Archer, the poor, abused victim, would have cried and sulked about what was happening. After all, he was watching the boy he loved with all his heart get slammed by a manlier man. And it was so easy to wallow in pain, and deny the pleasure, because it fit with the years of lies he’d been living. \n\nA month ago, he might have tried to resist and pretend to himself that his body wasn’t doing this to him, and push it out of his mind, and try to tell himself that he was only hard because [i]that’s just what bodies do when they’re exposed to rough sex[/i][i][/i] and that didn’t mean that he [i]liked [/i][i][/i]it -- refusing to accept that he was actually [i]this pathetic[/i][i][/i] in order to protect his self-esteem.\n\nBut it was different now. [i]Archer [/i][i][/i]was so different to the coyote he was a month ago, before he encountered Zavoc in that cafe by chance. Those two days at Zavoc’s house had broken through the defences he’d spent a lifetime building and hiding behind, and taught him one thing beyond a doubt.\n\nThat lying to himself could only ever led to pain. For himself, and for the people around him. The ones who depended on him, and trusted him. The ones who loved him.\n\nWhat did he have to show for his lies? \n\nAn empty house and an empty heart. A video of bull who used to love him, now fucking the boy that the coyote loved, for Archer’s entertainment. And a miserable life filled with a ton of regret.\n\nHe knew what he was now.\n\nHe knew what he should have done, but failed to do.\n\nHe was never going to lie to himself again.\n\nHe wiped the tears from his face with his hand, and then shifted his weight onto his side once more to bring that same hand to his aching hard-on. The moment he closed his tear-wet fingers around his hot hardness and squeezed, he let out an involuntary groan.\n\nFrom that moment, there was no holding back.\n\nHis eyes fell back upon his laptop screen, muzzle open in lustful awe at the big stud fucking the little kid, and started pumping his cock rapidly. “[i]Ugggghhh… Shiiittt… F-fuuck[/i][i][/i]”, he panted, his whole body tingling with relief and pleasure as his eyes watched Zavoc’s muscular body roughly slap against the wailing little kid with a scrunched up face underneath him. \n\nPerhaps he hadn’t noticed it during the minute he’d zoned out, but as he listened to Finn’s voice now… he realised it was different. He wasn’t making sounds of pain and agony through his teeth anymore. He was letting out needy little whimpers, longer, and lower in pitch, as he drooled onto the sheets.\n\nZavoc must have realised it too, slowing down his thrusts for a moment. “Is it starting to… [i]mmgh[/i][i][/i]… feel good, baby? You getting the tingles?” He drew his cock out and then slowly pushed it deep inside the kid again.\n\n“[i]Nnnnguhhh[/i][i][/i]”, Finn groaned, his little body shuddering as he was penetrated.\n\nZavoc chuckled knowingly and pushed himself upwards so he was in a kneeling position on top of Finn. “Well in that case… let Archer hear you make some fucking noise!”\n\n“[i]Oh fuck[/i][i][/i]”, Archer groaned.\n\nThe big bull reached forward and slipped a couple fingers from each hand into Finn’s mouth, probing it open, then lifted the boy’s head upwards, and crammed his cock into him deep.\n\n“[i]Guhhhhhh[/i][i][/i]!” Finn groaned deeply in his childlike voice, while Zavoc grunted blissfully in the background. The bull returned to a rapid pace of plowing Finn’s little ass, though this time, Finn’s face was most of what Archer could see, and he looked slutty as hell -- mouth open wide, tongue hanging out and dripping with drool, his eyes rolling back in his skull behind loosely closed eyelids, groaning and grunting sexually as his body jolted from the big bull’s thrusts.\n\n“Fuck!” the coyote gasped in sudden awe, his own eyes wide open, forcing himself to halt his hand for a moment to stop himself from exploding.\n\nThe sound pouring from Finn’s mouth was almost constant as his ass was railed -- a mix between a moan and a sob that only broke between each gasp of air. Behind him, Zavoc was very verbal about his own pleasure, his groans quickening and increasing in volume. \n\n“Uggggh, my fuckin cock! Guhh… my balls… so good… and your fuckin tight ass… it’s mine.” he moaned, before a hint of assertive anger entered his voice. “This is my fuckin ass! You’re my fucking cock-slut! [i]Nnggh[/i][i][/i]! I’m fuckin breaking you in, slut. Making you mine! Mine!”\n\nFinn just continued his constant wail. Eventually, Zavoc released him, and the boy was so caught up in pleasure he made no effort to brace himself and his head slapped weakly back against the bed. \n\n“You’re my fuckin bitch!” Zavoc growled, gripping Finn’s ass cheeks. “And you fucking love it, don’t you?”\n\nFinn whimpered weakly as his whole body quaked from the force of Zavoc ramming him.\n\n“Speak up, cunt!” the bull roared, smacking the kid’s ass hard.\n\n“Guhh! Yes!” the otter squealed. “[i]Yes[/i][i][/i]!”\n\nArcher choked on his own air. And he almost came despite not touching himself.\n\n“Do you think Archer could ever… [i]uggghh[/i][i][/i]… make you feel this good?”\n\nFinn panted heavily in the absence of an answer, and Archer’s face grew hot as he listened, waiting to see if Finn would throw him under the bus for Zavoc’s cock.\n\nThat wasn’t good enough for Zavoc, who growled, “Say it, or I won’t make you cum!” \n\nFrowning with anguish, the otter stuttered, “No! He’s… he’s so weak! He’s a wimp!” He released a long sob that quickly pivoted into a pleasured groan as Zavoc rammed him deep.\n\nArcher let out a heavy sigh and slowly stroked his cock.\n\n[i]I don’t blame you.[/i][i][/i]\n\nThe bull just laughed triumphantly and picked up speed, fucking Finn deeper and harder than before. The bed rattled violently and sweat flew from the beastly bull’s fur as his movements gradually grew more unsteady, and his grunts grew louder. Finn squirmed and wailed desperately, tearing at the bedsheets and quivering with every thrust.\n\n“[i]Guhhh[/i][i][/i]! Fuck!” Zavoc groaned. “It’s comin, kid! Gonna fill your little tummy the fuck up!”\n\n“[i]Hnnnnnnnnhh[/i][i][/i]”, Finn wailed. Then suddenly his head was lifted into the air by dark fingers through his hair, and held there by a powerful, bulging arm, as though he was weightless. His hips weren’t touching the bed either, with Zavoc’s other hand wrapped around them and angling them perfectly for him to ram his cock deep into Finn’s ass. Archer could see the entire sweat-soaked underside of Finn’s body, and his little erect cock twitching desperately. And between the boy’s squirming legs, he could see the bull’s plump balls slapping back and forth with each thrust. Archer wished he could smush his face against that hot sack right now more than anything else.\n\n“Ah, fuck!” Zavoc groaned. “C’mon slut! Show me how much you want this dick. Show [i]Archer [/i][i][/i]how much you want this dick. Squirt your little load for me, bitch! Then I’ll give you what you want. [i]Grrrrrrr[/i][i][/i]!”\n\nFinn wailed until his voice couldn’t get any higher -- a sound that Archer had only heard once before, and one he’d masturbated to a few times since. Hearing it again, the coyote bit his lip and pumped his cock hard, swearing and panting.\n\nOpen-mouthed, eyes clenched shut, tears streaming from his eyes, fingers in fists, and flailing helplessly, the otter screamed until his voice broke, and then a stream of watery young cum spurted from his little cock, shooting up the bed towards the camera, followed by another, and another, and another.\n\n“Fuuuuuuucccck! Your ass… is so tight… it’s squeezing, it’s… [i]guhhh[/i][i][/i]!” The bull slammed his hips forward and all his muscles tensed up in their beautiful glory, bulging through his glistening fur, as he roared wordlessly. His cock head bulged through Finn’s soft stomach fur and stayed there as the skin around it slowly bloated outwards with cum into a round shape.\n\nArcher could smell and taste it all. The memory of Zavoc fucking Finn on top of him came rushing back to him and tackled his body violently. He breathed in the scent of Zavoc’s sweat and musk and jizz mixing with Finn’s prepubescent almost-cum. He didn’t take his eyes off the screen, and what he could see thrust him over the edge. Hardly touching himself, his cock shot all the way up to his own face, and he groaned as he came at the same time as the two furs in the video.\n\nFinn’s head flopped back against the bed as Zavoc released his hair, and the otter groaned, “[i]Hnnnnnnggghh[/i][i][/i]!” The sheets were damp with cum and sweat around him as his little body convulsed helplessly, his butt jiggling against Zavoc’s hips as the bull continued giving little flexing thrusts into him… while staring into the camera with dark eyes.\n\nIt only made Archer shoot again and again. Mindless, and lost in the heady mist of his orgasm, the coyote stared back at Zavoc and panted, “Fuck, you’re so hot. You fucked him like a god. You fuckin stud. Fuck… [i]Ughhhhh[/i][i][/i]…”\n\nZavoc kept fucking the limp boy impaled on his cock, grunting, “[i]Ugh[/i][i][/i], fuck… there’s so much… you hot little slut… your fuckin tight hole’s milking it out of me… [i]guhhhh[/i][i][/i]”. And Archer stared at those powerful muscles in awe and admiration as the bull did what he does best. Zavoc’s movements grew slower and slower until this came to a halt, and he sighed heavily before exploding into a happy grin.\n\nArcher huffed a weak laugh and found himself smiling too while cum dribbled down his muzzle and chest, soaking the couch around his already sweat-damp body, his whole body buzzing with warm pleasure for the first time in a long time.\n\nThe bull leant forward to kiss Finn’s hair, resting his nose against the boy’s head while panting, “Fuckin hell, that was amazing”, before breaking into an arrogant laugh. “I’m sure Archer appreciated it”.\n\nArcher flopped his tired hand onto his chest where it slapped against a streak of cum. He made eye contact with the bull in the video and rolled his eyes, but it still didn’t kill his own smile. “Jerk”.\n\nZavoc reached for the camera with a big dark hand and picked it up, pointing it at his own face for a good shot of his proud smirk. “You’re welcome”, he teased. Then he lowered the camera down against the bed to show Finn’s face, and said, “Say goodbye to Archer, baby boy”.\n\nFinn’s face twitched, and he groaned with a blissful kind of exhaustion, too tired to form any words. \n\nZavoc laughed. He blew a kiss to the camera.\n\nAnd then the video ended.\n\nArcher’s happiness came to a dead stop as the screen went black. The smile that was painted across his face slowly faded, and the crippling silence of reality seemed to start creeping towards him again, cornering him like doomed prey in his own house.\n\nStill looking at the screen, a sad expression formed across his face. He wished the video hadn’t ended. He’d felt like he was there. He wished he [i]was [/i][i][/i]there. Just so he wasn’t… alone.\n\nMaybe he could…\n\n[i]No. No. [/i][i][/i]He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t show up at Zavoc’s house uninvited. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle it if… \n\nIt was better to not find out.\n\nHe would come when he knew Finn wanted to see him again.\n\nHe swallowed and frowned as jizz trickled down his fur, pooling in his armpit and between his body and the couch, but he didn’t move. \n\nHe wondered if Finn missed him at all. Or if Finn even thought about him.\n\nMaybe Finn still resented him for lying to him.\n\nOr maybe Finn was having so much fun with Zavoc that he’d totally forgotten about him. It certainly sounded like he was having a good time. He had no doubt that Zavoc was pumping him full of all his favourite treats as well as his cum to win him over. And playing games with him. Kissing him and cuddling him and fucking him with that monster cock. Endless pleasure. God, they were probably having so much fun together… \n\nHe sighed heavily and glanced around the living room, a place of painful memories, echoing with laughter and smelling of his boyfriend.\n\nEverywhere he looked. Everything he did. There wasn’t a place or object in this house he could go to or use without thinking of Finn. He couldn’t be in bed without remembering what it was like to wrap Finn in his arms underneath the blanket. He couldn’t look at the TV without remembering Finn sitting in his lap, giggling at something funny on the screen. Hell, he couldn’t even take a shower without thinking about washing Finn’s body for him and massaging his hair and making the cute little kid giggle with pleasure from rubbing that spot on his head.\n\n[i]Fuck[/i][i][/i], this wasn’t good for him.\n\nHe stared at the ceiling.\n\nThe video, though it hadn’t fixed the gaping hole in his heart, had reminded him of what it felt like to feel something. Something that wasn’t the absence of a feeling.\n\n[i]What am I supposed to do? I can’t keep going on like this.[/i][i][/i]\n\nHis life was hopeless without Finn, that was for sure.\n\nBut he couldn’t force him to come back. \n\nHe didn’t want to.\n\nFinn would return when he wanted to. That was the important thing. He needed to know that Finn missed him, and [i]wanted [/i][i][/i]to come back. Anything less than that, and their relationship wouldn’t stand a chance. If Finn didn’t come back to him out of his own free will, how would he know that Finn wasn’t wishing he was back with Zavoc?\n\nHe would wait for Finn. He would love him forever. Until he came back. And even if he didn’t.\n\nUntil then…\n\nHe needed to feel something.\n\nHe needed to make some new memories in this house so he could live in it.\n\nAnd he needed to not be alone.\n\nHe sighed heavily.\n\nHe snatched up his laptop and replied to Zavoc’s email, fingers leaving sticky cum marks on his keys as he typed, asking the bull just one question. Then he waited in silence, lying in his cum and sweat on his wet couch, staring at the ceiling, until he got a reply. Zavoc had given him what he’d asked for, and underneath that, written, “Have fun, bitch!”\n\nArcher’s blood pumped as he got up from the couch to find his phone. He entered a new number into his phone and sent a message to it. And got a reply back quickly.\n\nIt spurred him into action of a kind he hadn’t come close to for weeks. Over the next hour, he had a shower and washed his hair. He brushed his teeth. He picked his apple up off the floor and ate it. Naked while his fur dried, he cleaned up some of the junk littered around his living room. He finally moved his bedside clock back to his bedside.\n\nThen there was a heavy-fisted knock on the door.\n\nWhen he reached towards the lock with his key, he realised his hands were shaking and his heart was racing.\n\nAnd a faint smile appeared on his face. \n\nHe was [i]feeling something.[/i][i][/i]\n\n[center]* * *[/center][center][/center]\n\nArcher’s bed was a place of so many bitterly fond memories -- morning cuddles with a gorgeous naked boy, and nighttime blowjobs from a naughty otter who’d use any excuse to avoid going to sleep yet.\n\nOn top of that bed now, Brandt fucked Archer like he hated him.\n\nThe coyote, helpless and weak and tiny underneath the bear, could do nothing but make noise -- his body overcome with pain and pleasure as Brandt’s heavy hips slapped against his ass cheeks so hard it felt like they were being bruised. He was a mere toy for the bigger, stronger male, a fucktoy to be used for sex -- and boy, was Brandt using him, because the bear knew how to fuck like a [i]man[/i][i][/i]. He’d wasted no time using his strength to throw the coyote onto the bed, pin him against the mattress he’d shared with Finn so many times, and start slamming him so hard the bed threatened to collapse. With strong hands, he wrenched the coyote’s hips back in time with every aggressive thrust, his heavy balls smacking against the coyote’s ass as he stretched his hole out to make room for his thick cock, his round gut of fat and muscle enveloping the coyote’s back in sweaty heat, all the while growling anger-fueled insults like, “Fuckin pathetic slut!” and, “Dumb bitch!”\n\nArcher struggled to accommodate the thick bear’s angry thrusts, drooling and wailing and groaning as his body was used... which only seemed to spur Brandt on to fuck harder and faster and rougher, as much for his own pleasure as to cause Archer a kind of pain. Honestly, they were the same thing.\n\nThe bear’s fat cock head pummeled his prostate, which made Archer’s cock twitch and dance with lust on its own. But when Brandt slammed into him like this, the coyote’s dick grinded against the bed as well, sending pleasure rippling through him, and dirty thoughts exploding through his mind. He [i]was [/i][i][/i]a fuckin slut, and fuck it felt [i]great[/i][i][/i]. \n\nBrandt crammed his cock inside the coyote as deep as he could and held it there while he grinded his hips around in a small circle, pushing all his weight down on top of Archer so the coyote was immobile underneath him, an act of total dominance. Archer released a long, low groan in response as his prostate was crushed, his eyes rolling backwards in his skull.\n\n“There’s better things you could be doin’ with that mouth”, Nakk prodded needily.\n\nThe coyote’s eyes came back into focus on the fat, veiny, precum-dribbling cock a couple inches from his head, and couldn’t hide the smirk that crept across his face. With no need for any more encouragement than that, he gripped the boar’s cock in a paw and slurped the river of precum up his shaft before taking the fat juicy head into his mouth. “[i]Guhhhh, fuuuck, that feels good[/i][i][/i]…” the boar groaned, and Archer felt the same way. With Brandt on top of him, and Nakk sitting against the headboard in front of him, legs either side of Archer and cock in his face, Archer’s small body was completely surrounded by the two big fat horny furs.\n\nAlmost like Brandt resented Archer giving his attention to Nakk, the bear suddenly smacked the coyote’s ass and plowed it hard. Archer was temporarily stunned as his body tensed up, though he let out a muffled moan around the boar’s fat cock. In an arrogant tone, Brandt snarled, “The dumb bitch forgot about you, Nakk. I’m just fuckin him too good”.\n\nUnfazed, Nakk relaxed backwards with his arms behind his head and laughed. “That right, B? ‘Cause he seems pretty happy making out with my dick right now”.\n\nThe fat pig wasn’t wrong. As Archer’s slurped on Nakk’s big cock he savoured the salty-sweet-manly taste of cock juice by sliding it around his tongue, though more and more of it spurted into his mouth with each cock throb. The musky smell of the sweaty boar’s crotch filled his nostrils and lungs, and Archer breathed deeply. Before he realised it, one of his paws was mindlessly gripping at Nakk’s fat gut, squeezing and rubbing needily at his hot, hairy flesh… in admiration and worship.\n\n“[i]Pfft[/i][i][/i], that’s just because Zav broke his fuckin mind when he raped the kid”, Brandt grunted.\n\n“It’s the opposite, actually”, Archer tried to say, but with Nakk’s cock in his mouth it came out more as a, “[i]Mmmnghhff nnn mfffngghgh[/i][i][/i]”.\n\n“What’s that, bitch?” the bear snapped.\n\nArcher went to lift his head for only a second before the boar stopped him and shoved the coyote’s mouth back down on his cock using a hand. “Less talking, more sucking”, he breathed lustfully in a low voice.\n\nArcher mentally shrugged and got right back to massaging the boar’s juicy cock head with his mouth. The pair could think whatever they wanted to think about him. He knew the truth, and that was all that mattered.\n\n“What do ya think he’s doin with him right now?” Nakk wondered. “Think they’re fuckin? I bet they’re fuckin. [i]Mmmm[/i][i][/i]. Bet Zavoc’s deep in that sweet little ass right now. Fuck, it looked so fuckin tight. Wish I could’ve--”.\n\n“Fuck you’re such a pedo”, Brandt sighed between two very hard thrusts.\n\n“And you’re not?” Nakk snorted with amusement. “Aren’t you the one who fucked it up for us by tryin’ to fuck him?”\n\n“Hey, you can’t blame me for wanting to fuck a tight fucking hole like that kid had. I’d fuckin [i]ruin [/i][i][/i]him. Fuck… Imagine how hot the sound of him crying for me to stop would be”.\n\nArcher could feel the bear’s cock throb inside of him, and he couldn’t help but shiver with a perverse kind of pleasure at the thought of Brandt savagely raping Finn… and Archer eating the bear’s ass and balls while he did it.\n\n[i]Ah fuck…[/i][i][/i]\n\n“Fuckin underage kid was so fuckin hot”, Nakk agreed. “[i]Ungh[/i][i][/i]. I’d fuck him for hours”.\n\nHiding a little smirk, Archer cupped the horny boar’s big round balls in his paws and massaged them gently while he made out with his cock, licking and kissing and slobbering all over it. He smushed his face against the boar’s nut sack too, feeling the musky warmth envelop his muzzle and sensing the lust building up inside the bulging testicles against his face. He pleasured Nakk’s nuts for a while with his lips and tongue before returning to his cock head, at which point the boar’s whole body twitched with pleasure, and he coated the coyote’s mouth with another heavy shot of precum from his cock hole.\n\n“[i]Ugggh[/i][i][/i]… fuckin hell. That’s fuckin good, Arch. No one’s ever sucked my cock like that before, fuck…”\n\nBrandt gave a short laugh. “Why would anyone wanna suck you off, you fat pig?” he growled.\n\n“I bet I get more than you do”, the boar said with a grin. “And they keep comin’ back, too. Once they get a taste they just can’t stay away”.\n\nBrandt huffed angrily, and returned to smacking Archer’s ass against the bed like it was an outlet for a lifetime of anger. \n\nWhile Archer sucked on his cock, the boar cracked open fourth can of beer from the bedside table and chugged it, some of it spilling down his chubby chest and soaking his fur, though he clearly didn’t care. He burped loudly, then closed his eyes peacefully and groaned, “Yeah, you’re enjoying that, aren’t you, slut? Suckin on my big fat manly cock. Drinkin my precum. Getting high off my sweaty ball funk. Fuck yeah. I could get used to this”.\n\nNakk’s dumb self-love sent tingles through Archer’s body, and the coyote moaned, “[i]Mmmmmghnmmm[/i][i][/i]”, around the cock flesh filling his mouth. Fucking arrogant pig. Fucking [i]sexy [/i][i][/i]arrogant pig. Nakk had planted his fat ass cheeks atop Archer’s pillow on the bed. Tonight, he’d be able to smell sweaty manly boar ass.\n\nIt was better for his heart than smelling the lingering, haunting scents of a sweet little otter.\n\nArcher’s lustful moan seemed to anger Brandt, who suddenly barked loudly, “Fuck! You’re such a dumb slut!” and slammed into Archer’s ass a few times.\n\nWas he trying to hurt him? Maybe he hadn’t realised that they’d been fucking for so long that the pain had mostly faded into numbness for Archer -- and fuck it, the pain that still remained only turned him on more because he wasn’t trying to deny it anymore. He was a masochist, and all the coyote could feel from Brandt’s every thrust was warm sparkles throughout his battered body. Fuck it, he wanted to bear to go [i]harder[/i][i][/i].\n\nPunctuated by furious thrusts, the bear continued, “You’re being a filthy whore for the guys who messed around with your kid boyfriend… That’s so fucking… pathetic! Grrrrr! You… fucking… useless… stupid faggot!”\n\nNakk’s cock slipped from Archer’s mouth with a heavy plop as the coyote raised his head just enough to taunt the bear behind him, “You seemed pretty eager to fuck this stupid faggot’s ass”.\n\nThe bear slowed to a stop. Archer couldn’t see Brandt behind him, but in front of him he [i]could [/i][i][/i]see Nakk break into a body-jiggling chuckle, before suddenly going wide-eyed and raising his hand towards Brandt, in a panic, sputtering, “No! No punching! Not while his mouth’s down there. I don’t wanna lose my cock between his teeth! I love my cock!”\n\nArcher could hear Brandt’s seething anger as the bear exhaled loudly through his teeth. “Grr… Fucking cunt”, he grunted in a low voice. He shoved his weight forward as he slammed into Archer’s ass, which smushed the coyote’s face into Nakk’s ball sack and hid his cheeky smile. Then the bear leant forward on top of him, propping his chest up on his elbows, but otherwise letting his massive weight rest on top of the coyote and squish him. With his head just over Archer’s shoulder, Brandt growled into the coyote’s ear, “You’re a weak fucking faggot slut and I could snap you in half if I really wanted to. And I’d do it in front of your kid, too. The one who left you for Zav. I’m three fuckin times your size, and you’re nothing compared to me”. \n\nUnder Brandt’s mass, it was hard to breathe, but Archer still managed to inhale enough air to reply in a strained voice, “Oh, you big fucking stud, Brandt… So big and hot and hung… If you keep fuckin me the way you are, you’re gonna make me cummm”. \n\nThere was a moment of silence in which the heat of Brandt’s breath against Archer’s neck halted. The coyote cast his eyes upwards as he noticed Nakk looking at the bear with an amused look on his face, before giving his friend little shrug. \n\nArcher thought Brandt had already been fucking him as hard as possible, but he realised he was wrong as Brandt slowly raised his hips, growled, “[i]Cunt[/i][i][/i]”, and started savagely slamming into him so hard whole bed rattled and smacked against the wall. Sitting up and gripping the coyote’s hips painfully, the bear bore his entire weight down on Archer’s ass with every crushing thrust, wrenching the coyote backwards each time onto a cock that now seemed even bigger and thicker than before.\n\nArcher’s body was at the big bear’s total mercy, and each time their bodies collided his cock grinded against the very wet spot on his sheets. As it became rapidly clear that Brandt wasn’t going to stop, lust claimed the coyote’s mind and he felt a sudden starving desire to pleasure the other stud sharing his bed. Archer grabbed hold of the boar’s cock with both paws and pumped it while sucking on its fat round head.\n\nNakk collapsed back against the headboard and groaned, “Yeaahhh, you want my fat load, don’t you?” \n\n“[i]Mmmmmghff[/i][i][/i]”, Archer moaned, his mind consumed with hunger.\n\nAs the whole bed shook, the boar’s fat body jiggled, glistening with sweat and spilled beer. With his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his words were slow and half-formed as he slurred, “Heheh… Heh… That’s so… [i]Ugh-unngghh[/i][i][/i]… You’re gonna make…” And then his cock started twitching wildly in Archer’s mouth, and he suddenly groaned, “Fuck! I’m gonna… [i]Uggggffffhhh[/i][i][/i]!”\n\nA heavy spurt of cum shot into Archer’s mouth and the coyote moaned with intense satisfaction, like he was fulfilling his true purpose in life. Archer grasped the boar’s balls in his paws and felt them tightening and squeezing inside his hairy sack.\n\n“[i]Fuuuuuuuuucccck[/i][i][/i]!” Nakk squealed, clutching and squeezing his own fat tits with his fat fingers as his fat thighs jiggled and his cock kept gushing with hot cum. “[i]Uggggghh[/i][i][/i]! [i]Hnnnnngggh[/i][i][/i]! [i]Yeahhhhh[/i][i][/i]. Yeahhhhhh fuckin take it! Fuckin thirsty slut. So fuckin thirsty for my thick load. Yeahhh! So fuckin much. I’ve fuckin got what you need. [i]Mmmmmm[/i][i][/i]. You fuckin slut. I’ve got fuckin tons of it. Cummin so much. Fuckin cock feels so gooooooodd. Fuckin cummin down your throat! Cumming so [i]haaaaarrrdd[/i][i][/i]!”\n\n“Grrrrrrr. Shut up, you fat fuck!” Brandt roared, panting heavily while fucking Archer’s ass frantically, like he was trying to drown out Nakk’s voice with the sounds of their bodies slapping together. “You’re a fuckin turn-off!”\n\nNakk didn’t care. Ignoring Brandt, and lost in his own world of pleasure, the boar groaned, “Fuckin baby boars in your tummy, slut. Fuckin filling you up. Drink it down. So much [i]cummmmmmmm. Guhhhh. Uggggghhhh[/i][i][/i]”.\n\nArcher’s eyes flickered as he gulped and gulped and gulped cum down his throat, drinking it down -- drowning in the boar’s thick load. He could feel each surge moving through Nakk’s cock with his tongue against the underside of the boar’s meaty shaft, and each time the boar’s nuts seized up he knew another spurt was on the way. He kneaded those fat orbs inside his fingers, wanting more, wanting all the boar had to give him, needing it.\n\nOver the top of Nakk’s endless low groans came a sudden roar of, “[i]Fuuuuccck[/i][i][/i]!” from Brandt. With his backside enveloped by the bear, Archer could feel Brandt’s entire body go tense, bulging with powerful muscles through fat, as he buried his cock as far inside him as it would go with three violent thrusts. Brandt’s cock head pounded against Archer’s prostate the same way the bear had beaten him when they were teens -- so fucking hard that as it exploded with a flood of hot cum inside the coyote’s guts, it forced an orgasm out of the coyote at the same time. \n\nArcher helplessly tried to scream as the pleasure destroyed his body, but his voice was muffled by the pig’s fat cock flesh and the sounds forming in his throat were washed back down by the torrent of cum still flooding out of Nakk’s cock slit.\n\n“[i]Guhhhhh[/i][i][/i]!” Brandt groaned. “You fuckin dumb cunt! You-[i]unnngh[/i][i][/i]… You… You stupid bitch! This is… all you’re good for, [i]uggggggghh[/i][i][/i]!”\n\nAt the same time as Brandt’s grunts of pleasure, Nakk was still slobbering and squealing and moaning, “Uhhhhhhhh yeahhh, you love it, you fuckin slut. Fuckin slut for my fat cock. Love suckin on my big fat cock. I’m a big fuckin stud and you know it. Yeahhh you love drinking from my fat cock”.\n\n[i]I love it so fucking much,[/i][i][/i] Archer’s mind screamed. His legs squeezed against the bear’s fat ass and he licked hungrily at the boar’s endlessly cum-oozing cock slit as his cock shot wildly into the mattress underneath him like he was being attacked by two orgasms at once. Physically, mentally, fuckin spiritually, he was in heaven -- being pumped full of boar and bear jizz at the same time from big fat gushing cocks, trapped between two huge, sweaty, hairy bodies, two big arrogant studs who were filling his bedroom with the sounds of their deep grunts and groans as they came wildly, who had as much love for themselves as they did disdain for the dumb bitch they were using to blow their loads -- fucking both of his holes like a cheap slut in his own bed, treating him like they owned him, treating like he was nothing… like big manly studs should. And Archer was swimming in how blisteringly hot it all was, his whole body numb, unable to register anything but ecstasy, his mind melting away into pleasure as the three of the came together, a moment that seemed to last forever.\n \nBrandt half-twitched half-thrust a few more times into Archer as he panted heavily, “Fucking… cunt… fuck”. Shortly after, Nakk’s orgasm slowed to light spurts, and his self-loving words morphed into meaningless sighs and groans of relief.\n\nAll three of them lay there for minutes, Archer still impaled on two fat softening cocks -- the two big furs panting with exhaustion in the afterglow of their powerful orgasms, while Archer breathed through his nostrils because Nakk’s cock slit was still oozing the last of his cum into his mouth. He felt fuller than ever before in his entire life, and not just because of his bloated stomach. His whole body occasionally shivered with waves of pleasure as he lay there, drenched in sweat and soaking in the musky stench of sweat and cock juice and ball funk, his hole weakly twitching around Brandt’s shaft and still squeezing his fat cock. \n\nHe couldn’t move. He didn’t want to. He would stay like this as long as they wanted him to, milking the last of their cum out of their sexy fucking cocks.\n\nFinally, Nakk broke the silence.\n\n“I need to piss”, the boar said, a big dumb smile slowly forming on his ugly-sexy face.\n\n“Me too”, Brandt said, in a darker tone that proved he wasn’t about to make for the bathroom.\n\nThe old Archer would have squirmed in horror…\n\nBut this coyote’s heart fluttered happily at those words. The fear, guilt, and shame he’d come to know so well -- that he had lived with every single day for so many years -- were finally behind him. And, as Brandt and Nakk both sigh-groaned with pleasure, and the coyote felt his tummy bloat with heavy streams of hot piss from both ends, Archer wrapped a paw around his still-hard cum-sloppy cock, and pumped it, and shivered as tingly bliss moved through his body. \n\nHe had left the bull’s house a different coyote. Zavoc had stripped the coyote’s body and heart and soul bare and shown him the uncomfortable truth. He had shone a torch upon the dark corners of his mind, and now his eyes were open to the parts of himself he had been too scared to admit were always there -- always affecting him no matter how much he tried to stuff them away. \n\nThe bull had shown Archer the cost of his cowardice, his weakness, and the inability to accept who he truly was. The cost was Zavoc and Finn, gone from his life. The cost was his happiness. And theirs.\n\nIn that way, stumbling into Zavoc in that cafe weeks ago was almost a gift. He was alone now, yes, and fucking miserable, absolutely, but also, for the first time in his life, he also felt genuinely [i]whole[/i][i][/i]. \n\nNot needing to hide from parts of his own mind, he felt light and unburdened in a way he’d never felt before. He’d broken down, but at least now, as he set about rebuilding himself, he had all the pieces laid out before him in plain sight, and he could choose what to do with them. \n\nBoth Finn and Zavoc deserved more than a pitiful coward who was afraid to admit even the depths of his attraction to them, that was certain. But Archer was determined to never succumb to his own lies ever again. Free from the shackles and chains of his mind, he could finally make peace with the truth. He could finally be himself. \n\nAnd perhaps, over time, this new and complete coyote, one who could be honest with himself and those around him, could climb his way back into the lives of those he loved. \n\n\n\n[center][b][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2134577]Art[/url][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[center][i]Oh, don't forget to come back next week~[/i][/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "



Ch 14




“Archer…” said a young boy’s voice. It had the soft lilt of a boy yet to reach puberty, and it gently tugged Archer, the slim twenty-two year old coyote, out of his slumber.

Archer squinted through his eyelids. Lying on his side in bed, he thought he could see the blurry silhouette of a little boy standing beside him. Backlit by the golden light of dawn filtering through thin cotton curtains, the boy beside his bed had a warm angelic glow.

“Finn…” Archer smiled weakly, flopping a sleepy hand towards the figure, wanting nothing more than to stroke its warm fur, to pull it into his embrace as he had so many times before, and feel its soft curves squish under his paws -- two bodies holding each other tightly, like they were made for each other.

His hand caught nothing but empty air, and fell down limp beside the bed. Archer murmured with half-formed disappointment and slowly opened his eyes, each slow, tired blink taking him one step further from his fuzzy half-dream state and back into reality.

The figure faded.

The room grew colder.

And then the crushing loneliness of reality came down upon him like a big bull hoof stomping on his chest.

He was alone. Painfully, agonisingly alone.

“Ohhh”, was all the coyote whimpered pathetically, as he remembered everything that had happened to him all at once -- a truth so painful it was enough to make him wish he hadn’t woken up at all. Within seconds his eyes grew wet, and as sobs erupted from his body, he could smell whatever the fuck kind of alcohol he’d been drinking last night through his nostrils. He buried his face in his pillow, groaning with sadness and self-pity, trying to hide from the unbearable truth of his new world.

Finn wasn’t here. He hadn’t been here for so long that it hurt like hell, like his heart was being crushed inside a big black hand. And yet he hadn’t been gone long enough for Archer to stop expecting to see that beautiful boy beside him when he woke up every single morning -- diving under his covers, or plotting something naughty.

It had been... two, three weeks, now, maybe?

Fuck, he didn’t even know what day it was. It could have been months for all he knew -- for how it felt. It all blurred together into a fucking mess of tears and take-out and wine dribbling down his chin while staring at the wall or sitting on the floor of the shower until the water ran cold. And who cared? What did time matter, anyway? What did anything matter anymore?

The one thing that did matter had been taken from him. And he couldn’t even blame either of them. He’d failed them both. He was just a big fucking cowardly pathetic useless stupid little-dick wimpy fuck-up and he deserved this. And they deserved each other.

He clutched his pillow tightly around his head, paws tense with frustration, until he couldn’t breathe, holding it until he ran out of air, and then he held it even longer, as his chest started to burn and the ache in his head grew angrier from the lack of oxygen, a small part of his mind wanting all this pain to just stop already because it was too much.

When he finally released the pillow and let his head flop to the side, gasping for air, he looked towards the window and realised it was, in fact, sometime in the afternoon, as the crisp colours around the edges of the curtains seared his eyes. He would have checked his bedside clock to see the actual time but he’d launched it across the room one of several nights ago and never been able to summon the energy to put it back where it belonged.

Whatever.

Archer squinted at the painful glow, but didn’t look away. He stayed in bed for what felt vaguely like another hour before finally dragging himself out, only when the need to piss finally got too much for him to bear. Afterwards, he stumbled into the kitchen, still naked, wiping a trickle of piss from his sheath with the back of his wrist, before leaning forward to rest his head on the counter and letting out a tired sigh.

His body just felt so heavy… with the weight of existence. Everything was so… hard. Like every other day the past few weeks, he struggled to summon the motivation to do anything at all. To eat or drink or brush his teeth. Forget about cleaning or leaving the house or doing work. He was a broken individual, covered in cracks that traced all the way back to his heart.

Here, in the kitchen, the sound of a young boy calling his name and pleading for pancakes echoed through his mind. Taunting him. Demanding his attention and his guilt. Though his eyes were closed, he could see Finn in his mind -- sitting on the counter and swinging his legs happily while Archer cooked for him, or raiding the cupboard for hidden treats. And he could feel him against his body, wrapping his little arms around one of Archer’s legs in a hug, waiting for the coyote to scoop him up, sit him on the bench, and kiss him.

“Guhhhh”, Archer groaned like he’d been punched. He sniffled and wiped his growing tears away with his other wrist, both of them now wet, before standing up and blinking rapidly to stop himself from crying. No. He wasn’t going to break down in the kitchen, again. He’d ended up too sore last time after lying on the tiles for an hour, neck kinked from where his head had been propped up by the fridge.

He was vaguely aware of his stomach cramping with hunger. It was enough to spur him to stare at his pantry for a few minutes through teary-misty eyes and consider making some instant noodles, but then he thought about the effort of having to boil water in the kettle and wait for a couple of minutes for the noodles to soften and how he’d need to wash a fork because everything was piled up and dirty and it was just too much effort.

He got a slightly soft apple from the fridge instead and stumbled into his living room, brushing take-out containers off the couch cushions so he could flop his body onto it. Weakly clutching the fruit inside a paw, face smushed against the couch, some distant, sane part of his mind urged him to roll over on his side so he could eat the thing. He ignored it. After a while, the apple dropped from his fatigued hand to the ground, and rolled across the carpet, under a table, out of his reach. It could stay there. He didn’t want it anyway.

Lying in dreadful silence, the memory of Finn’s voice encroached upon him from every direction, and his tears threatened to return, hand-in-hand with a sharp pain in his chest. To distract himself, he managed to crawl forward to where he’d left his laptop, and dragged it towards him. Still lying on his stomach, he opened a whole bunch of tabs. Social media and news and discussion boards. All of them a pointless waste of time. Just words on a page. The best thing he could do right now was just… forget his life for a little while. He could kill an hour or two like this. As long as he kept scrolling and reading, he was distracted from the crushing weight of reality, like stepping outside of his painful fucking skull for a mental stroll. That way he wouldn’t need to start drinking until the evening to make it through to bedtime.

He cycled through tab after tab for a while, until he got to his email account.

Then a wave of cold prickles flooded through his body. His eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat as he saw what was sitting there, proudly, at the top of his inbox.

FROM: zavcock@furmail.com

SUBJECT: A present for you

There was no body text. Just an attachment. A video file.

Archer didn’t even hesitate to click the download button.

It was not a small file, and it took a significant amount of time to download. But still, Archer couldn’t bring himself to do anything but stare at the shimmering blue progress bar as it slowly ticked along towards the end of its box. As the bar crept along like a dark stranger approaching him in the night, he didn’t know whether to be afraid or not. His heart beat rapidly in anticipation as the possibilities did laps around the inside of his head -- a curious mix of fear and excitement that were indistinguishable from each other. As he finally clicked on the downloaded video, he was holding his breath, his body frozen, eyes open wide and stuck to the screen.

The camera shifted awkwardly until Finn’s face suddenly came into view. The otter grimaced shyly.

“Oh… God…” Archer sputtered, as the visual image of Finn’s face punched him in the chest. His heart churned with joy and misery, his face frowning sadly, as his hand moved forward to stroke the sadly two-dimensional image on the screen. Being haunted by his thoughts and memories was bad enough, but actually seeing Finn’s face now set his tears flowing within seconds, little rivers of regret pouring from his eyes. He loved Finn so much. He’d enjoyed their life together more than he’d ever enjoyed life at all. Even while being with him, he’d tried to appreciate what they had every single day. But still, he hadn’t come close to comprehending how pitiful life would be without that incredible boy by his side and in his arms.

“Ah, fuuuck”, he sniffled, wiping his tears away with a paw and blinking away the blurriness so he could continue watching the screen.

Finn was lying down on what looked like Zavoc’s bed, and he made awkward eye contact with the phone camera pointed at his face before glancing away, his face full of embarrassment and shyness. Even now, Archer thought, the boy looked painfully cute with his deep green eyes and round cheeks under a messy sandy fringe, longer than Archer remembered. His head filled half of the screen, obscuring much of the rest of his body -- though Archer could still tell that the otter was naked from glimpses of his bare fur here and there as he shifted around. Finn glanced to the left of the camera, upwards, at someone, as he whined, “I dunno… it’s weird”.

A distinctively deep voice, much like the one featuring in Archer’s nightmares the last nights, replied, “Trust me. He’ll like it. You’ll forget the camera’s even there”. Then Zavoc casually wandered into view beside Finn and stopped at the foot of the bed, completely naked. There was nothing to hide his massive muscular body, or the heavy cock hanging between his legs in all of its pulsating glory, or the proud grin on his face. With a dark laugh, the bull added, “Remember when you sucked my dick in the cinema. You eventually forgot there were other people there too”. Finn frowned through a blush.

Archer’s heart didn’t know what to do. It sank and it soared at the same time, bouncing chaotically around inside his ribcage. He had so much love for the boy on the screen, and seeing his face again filled him with as much joy as it did sadness. Yet behind him was Zavoc, the implication of what he was about to do with that growing monster of a cock not exactly unclear.

He wasn’t sure that was a bad thing.

The coyote’s eyes moved up and down the bull’s naked body, lingering on his handsome face, built chest, and manly dick. He was a powerful beast whom Archer had had hated and feared for so long -- however misguided he may have been. And he felt like he should hate him now once more for taking Finn away from him.

But… instead, he felt… well… something altogether different to hate. A feeling deep inside his heart that made it ache.

A feeling he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to put into words.

Zavoc climbed onto the bed with slow, deliberate movements until his much larger body was over Finn, while watching the camera with a dark look in his eyes akin to that of some kind of predator. As the bull lowered himself onto Finn gently, and their naked bodies came together on the bed, the otter chewed his lip nervously, before Zavoc cupped the boy’s head in his hand to gently turn it to the side. Leaning forward, he kissed up Finn’s neck before locking lips with the little boy in a firm, passionate kiss. Archer saw glimpses of thick wet bovine tongue moving between the gaps in their lips, Finn’s cheeks bulging where the bull was exploring his mouth. In response, Finn’s eyes closed gently and happily, while Zavoc cast an eye towards the camera, the side of his mouth curling in an undeniable smirk while he continued smooching the otter. The speakers on Archer’s laptop vibrated with sounds of lustful satisfaction -- a harmony of deep grunts and boyish whimpers, much like how on his screen, the two contrasting bodies looked so good together -- big and little, light and dark, a big dom bull and a cute kid otter.

Staring at the screen, Archer’s mouth was wide open, panting heavily, his heart slamming against his chest, his body otherwise frozen, having not moved an inch since the video had started.

No, actually, that wasn’t true. Five inches of his body had moved, and was now pressing firmly into the couch cushion underneath his body. He winced as he felt it throb.

Zavoc slowly pulled away from Finn’s face, thick ropes of their mixed saliva hanging between their mouths before dribbling down Zavoc’s chest and the otter’s chin. The bull sat up, legs either side of the child underneath him, and grabbed a bottle of lube from off-camera. Then he squirted it onto his cock before giving it a few long strokes to massage it into his thick meat which glistened in the light. “You ready, baby boy?” he asked, the camera just barely capturing the bottom of his smirk.

Mid-wiping the drool from his face with the back of his hand, Finn seemed to suddenly remember the camera was there, and he made eye contact with it for half a second before blushing and looking downwards. Obediently, he nodded and shuffled backwards towards the bull, angling his ass upwards, where the two fuzzy round circles came into view of the camera just above his messy hair.

Ugh, I miss that fuckin ass, the coyote couldn’t help but think on impulse.

“Good boy”, Zavoc said, his voice laden with a heavy dose of approval. With one big black hand on Finn’s little hips and the other on his thick shaft, Zavoc pressed his cock head against Finn’s hole and started gently thrusting against him. As the bull applied some of his weight to the little otter’s ass, Finn’s hips were pushed back down against the bed. Archer couldn’t see a whole lot of what was happening behind the otter’s head. But he could read it all across Finn’s face, as the otter bit down on his lip and clenched his eyes shut. And he could hear it too, as the otter let out groans of rising pitch between quick inhales of air. In the background, his voice heavy with bass, Zavoc grunted and groaned as well. As Finn’s body was squished against the mattress via Zavoc’s cock, more of the bull’s flexing muscles came into view from the top of the screen.

“Nnnnnnngggghhhhh…” Finn whimpered.

“Grrrr… Uggghhh…” Zavoc groaned.

“Fuck…” Archer sighed heavily, a strange kind of relief washing over his entire body. Without even realising, he’d started grinding against the couch, leaving a streak of dampness from his erection.

Zavoc’s body jolted forward an inch, and the bull let out a loud happy groan while the otter gripped the sheets tightly in his tiny paws and squealed “Fuck!” -- a word he’d never used before picking it up from Zavoc.

“Mmmm. See, that didn’t take too long”, Zavoc snorted, lowering his head enough to be in view of the camera, probably just to show off his smug grin. “I think I’m starting to break you in. Mnngh. You’re getting used to my fat dick”.

“Guhhhhhh!” Finn groaned in response, burying his face in the mattress as he struggled to take the bull’s monster cock into him.

Zavoc let out a proud little laugh, sitting back and placing both hands on the kid’s hips, using them to slowly pull the otter backwards and upwards along his cock. There was less resistance now that he’d quite obviously penetrated the kid, and Archer saw Finn’s cheeks come into view again, spread either side of the bull’s thick shaft. “Ah fuck”, Zavoc grunted above Finn’s struggling whimpers. “You’re so fuckin hot and tight. You’ve got no idea how good your ass feels, baby”. He suddenly let out a quick, short laugh. “And neither do you, Archer, I guess. Man, you really missed the boat on this one. You should’ve fucked him while you had the chance”.

“Yeah, I should have”, Archer echoed breathily, mindlessly, eyes glued to Zavoc’s shaft where it disappeared inside the tiny otter, and desperately trying to imagine how good it felt for the big stud of a bull. For a moment, Archer imagined he was thrusting into Finn’s ass instead of against a mere cushion. His cock throbbed and spurted with precum, getting increasingly harder and hornier…

The bull shifted his body forward so instead of sitting upright he was now over Finn, holding his own body up with his arms, the powerful muscles flexing and bulging through his fur. The bedroom must have had a light overhead, as the bull’s much larger body cast a faint shadow over the little otter. Still, Archer could see both their faces, Finn’s flushed with pain and Zavoc’s awash with pride and pleasure.

“Fucking hell”, the coyote panted, his cock as hard as it had ever been. The warm tingles coming from his dick and flooding through his body had washed away the crippling guilt and hopelessness -- reality washed away by a tide of relief. All his mind cared about now was what he was seeing on the screen.

“You doin okay, baby?” Zavoc grunted.

Finn gave a short nod, tugging the sheets between his teeth.

“Heheh. Good. I’m not sure I could stop. My cock feels incredible right now. Feels so fuckin nice… and you like making me feel good, don’t you?”

“Yyhhhmmnnngh-mmmh”, Finn groaned, a pained approximation of Yeah.

Just barely visible between the two naked furs were the many rows of Zavoc’s chest and stomach muscles, which formed a bumpy road all the way down to his crotch. Half of his thick dark shaft was visible before it disappeared between Finn’s two gloriously round butt cheeks, which dropped and disappeared behind Finn’s head as the bull gave a thrust into him and made him squeal.

“Yeah. There’s nothing better than fucking your tight ass”, Zavoc grunted over the top of the sound of Finn’s wailing, his cock buried deep inside the kid. “Though… pissing down your throat this morning because I didn’t want to get out of bed came pretty close. Mmm”.

With that, he licked his lips and smirked cockily. The expression smacked Archer across the face. “You arrogant jerk”, the coyote panted through gritted teeth, even though Zavoc’s words made his cock throb hungrily and beg for attention.

“You got a nice reward for that, though, didn’t you?” the bull added, lifting his hips up slowly. “You know I make you feel better than anyone else can, baby boy. Heh, you squirted so fucking hard afterwards while we were kissing, I think you almost hit the roof… And then we just rolled over and went back to sleep”. He looked straight into the camera, his smile flickering as he said in a serious tone, “This really is the life”.

Archer’s heart sank. And at the same time, Zavoc’s fat pole sank slightly deeper inside the kid each time, as he lifted his hips up and dropped them down again and again, Finn whimpering and squirming louder each time. The bull kept on repeating what he was doing, gently drawing his cock out before shoving it forward again, fucking the kid, all the while looking into the camera with dark eyes and a grin that only got wider as Finn groaned louder.

“You are such a good boy”, the bull said warmly, leaning forward to gently nuzzle Finn’s hair with his nose, though he punctuated the sentence with another deep thrust which made Finn’s entire body quiver. “You’re doing such a good job today. I guess eating out your ass for an hour beforehand really helped, huh?” There was a teasingness to his tone of voice, probably mixed in there for Archer. Finn nodded quickly and easily, and whimpered something that sounded like agreement, but his voice cut off as the bull thrust into him deeply yet again, which only made it seem like Zavoc was playing with him. With a snort, the big bull added, “I’m sure Archer’s really proud of you for how well you’re taking my massive cock. You’re really getting used to it, huh?”

The bull propped himself up on his elbows and started thrusting harder, his body now slapping against Finn’s and pushing the kid into the mattress before the springs bounced him back upwards again to meet the next downward thrust from the bull. With the quickened pace, Finn’s wails grew more desperate, while the bull’s moans grew louder and he started to pant for air from the exertion of moving his massive muscular body up and down so rapidly.

“Grrrrrr. Fuck! You feel so fucking good impaled on my cock. I can’t even… fucking describe it. It’s so fucking good! Heh. And the best fuckin thing is that we do this every day. Every… fuckin… day… Archer. All fucking day. He makes my cock feel so good. And I make him cum till he’s got nothin left. We never stop. And he still begs for more. Haha! Ugghh! He’s turning into a fuckin slut. My fuckin slut!”

Every word was like a slap to the face for Archer -- exactly how they were intended. Zavoc was living out Archer’s darkest impulses, enjoying every moment and bragging about how fuckin sweet it was. He was claiming Archer’s boyfriend, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Fuck, why am I so fucking hard?

The bull was fucking Finn so hard now that the bed was creaking under the force of his thrusts -- nose ring wobbling, fur glistening with sweat that would occasionally drip onto the kid underneath him. The otter was surrounded by hot sweaty bulging muscles as his insides were rearranged, and Archer couldn’t imagine what it was like for him.

Actually, he did have a bit of an idea, from the one evening that had set all of this in motion, when he’d been rap--... fucked, in the bathroom stall at school. Had he been braver at that one crucial moment in time, perhaps he would be in Finn’s position now, serving the big stud of a bull, drinking his piss, and getting pummeled by his cock. Getting used like a worthless slut.

Ugh, fuck. He wished he was Finn right now as much as he wished he was Zavoc. Both of them were so magnificently attractive… but Archer could do nothing except run a hand through his hair and needily tug on it as he burnt with jealousy and lust. He shifted his body for a moment to take a deep breath to try to push off some of his tension, and realised the cushion under his cock was actually wet. His cock was positively leaking. He hadn’t had an orgasm in days.

As he looked back at the screen and saw that big black bull lost in the pleasure of fucking a young kid, his speakers buzzed, “Fuck, you are just… the hottest little cocksleeve ever made… You’re so good on my cock… mmmm. My balls are churning the biggest fucking load for you”, and Archer opened his mouth to pant with desire. He felt a spurt of precum shoot through his cock, and he rolled back onto it so he could grind against the cushion, whimpering, “F-f-f-fucck”. He couldn’t help himself. This was too much. It felt too good. But he shouldn't...

And then Archer caught what he was doing, and he dropped his head in a kind of defeat. Falling into old patterns. His old self. Lies and denial. Stupid…

He realised what Zavoc was doing. Because despite their bizarre, chaotic relationship, the two furs knew each other intimately. And in that way, they had a… connection. If anything, Zavoc knew Archer better than the coyote knew himself.

So, as the bull taunted Archer with all the perverted things he’d done to his little lover, and described the depths of hedonistic sexual pleasure that Archer would never be able to experience, and bragged about his own masculine superiority… he wasn’t just showing off, he was putting on a show.

A show for Archer.

And the coyote understood now, that this was, perhaps, Zavoc’s unusual way of showing his…

Affection.

The old Archer, the poor, abused victim, would have cried and sulked about what was happening. After all, he was watching the boy he loved with all his heart get slammed by a manlier man. And it was so easy to wallow in pain, and deny the pleasure, because it fit with the years of lies he’d been living.

A month ago, he might have tried to resist and pretend to himself that his body wasn’t doing this to him, and push it out of his mind, and try to tell himself that he was only hard because that’s just what bodies do when they’re exposed to rough sex and that didn’t mean that he liked it -- refusing to accept that he was actually this pathetic in order to protect his self-esteem.

But it was different now. Archer was so different to the coyote he was a month ago, before he encountered Zavoc in that cafe by chance. Those two days at Zavoc’s house had broken through the defences he’d spent a lifetime building and hiding behind, and taught him one thing beyond a doubt.

That lying to himself could only ever led to pain. For himself, and for the people around him. The ones who depended on him, and trusted him. The ones who loved him.

What did he have to show for his lies?

An empty house and an empty heart. A video of bull who used to love him, now fucking the boy that the coyote loved, for Archer’s entertainment. And a miserable life filled with a ton of regret.

He knew what he was now.

He knew what he should have done, but failed to do.

He was never going to lie to himself again.

He wiped the tears from his face with his hand, and then shifted his weight onto his side once more to bring that same hand to his aching hard-on. The moment he closed his tear-wet fingers around his hot hardness and squeezed, he let out an involuntary groan.

From that moment, there was no holding back.

His eyes fell back upon his laptop screen, muzzle open in lustful awe at the big stud fucking the little kid, and started pumping his cock rapidly. “Ugggghhh… Shiiittt… F-fuuck”, he panted, his whole body tingling with relief and pleasure as his eyes watched Zavoc’s muscular body roughly slap against the wailing little kid with a scrunched up face underneath him.

Perhaps he hadn’t noticed it during the minute he’d zoned out, but as he listened to Finn’s voice now… he realised it was different. He wasn’t making sounds of pain and agony through his teeth anymore. He was letting out needy little whimpers, longer, and lower in pitch, as he drooled onto the sheets.

Zavoc must have realised it too, slowing down his thrusts for a moment. “Is it starting to… mmgh… feel good, baby? You getting the tingles?” He drew his cock out and then slowly pushed it deep inside the kid again.

“Nnnnguhhh”, Finn groaned, his little body shuddering as he was penetrated.

Zavoc chuckled knowingly and pushed himself upwards so he was in a kneeling position on top of Finn. “Well in that case… let Archer hear you make some fucking noise!”

“Oh fuck”, Archer groaned.

The big bull reached forward and slipped a couple fingers from each hand into Finn’s mouth, probing it open, then lifted the boy’s head upwards, and crammed his cock into him deep.

“Guhhhhhh!” Finn groaned deeply in his childlike voice, while Zavoc grunted blissfully in the background. The bull returned to a rapid pace of plowing Finn’s little ass, though this time, Finn’s face was most of what Archer could see, and he looked slutty as hell -- mouth open wide, tongue hanging out and dripping with drool, his eyes rolling back in his skull behind loosely closed eyelids, groaning and grunting sexually as his body jolted from the big bull’s thrusts.

“Fuck!” the coyote gasped in sudden awe, his own eyes wide open, forcing himself to halt his hand for a moment to stop himself from exploding.

The sound pouring from Finn’s mouth was almost constant as his ass was railed -- a mix between a moan and a sob that only broke between each gasp of air. Behind him, Zavoc was very verbal about his own pleasure, his groans quickening and increasing in volume.

“Uggggh, my fuckin cock! Guhh… my balls… so good… and your fuckin tight ass… it’s mine.” he moaned, before a hint of assertive anger entered his voice. “This is my fuckin ass! You’re my fucking cock-slut! Nnggh! I’m fuckin breaking you in, slut. Making you mine! Mine!”

Finn just continued his constant wail. Eventually, Zavoc released him, and the boy was so caught up in pleasure he made no effort to brace himself and his head slapped weakly back against the bed.

“You’re my fuckin bitch!” Zavoc growled, gripping Finn’s ass cheeks. “And you fucking love it, don’t you?”

Finn whimpered weakly as his whole body quaked from the force of Zavoc ramming him.

“Speak up, cunt!” the bull roared, smacking the kid’s ass hard.

“Guhh! Yes!” the otter squealed. “Yes!”

Archer choked on his own air. And he almost came despite not touching himself.

“Do you think Archer could ever… uggghh… make you feel this good?”

Finn panted heavily in the absence of an answer, and Archer’s face grew hot as he listened, waiting to see if Finn would throw him under the bus for Zavoc’s cock.

That wasn’t good enough for Zavoc, who growled, “Say it, or I won’t make you cum!”

Frowning with anguish, the otter stuttered, “No! He’s… he’s so weak! He’s a wimp!” He released a long sob that quickly pivoted into a pleasured groan as Zavoc rammed him deep.

Archer let out a heavy sigh and slowly stroked his cock.

I don’t blame you.

The bull just laughed triumphantly and picked up speed, fucking Finn deeper and harder than before. The bed rattled violently and sweat flew from the beastly bull’s fur as his movements gradually grew more unsteady, and his grunts grew louder. Finn squirmed and wailed desperately, tearing at the bedsheets and quivering with every thrust.

“Guhhh! Fuck!” Zavoc groaned. “It’s comin, kid! Gonna fill your little tummy the fuck up!”

“Hnnnnnnnnhh”, Finn wailed. Then suddenly his head was lifted into the air by dark fingers through his hair, and held there by a powerful, bulging arm, as though he was weightless. His hips weren’t touching the bed either, with Zavoc’s other hand wrapped around them and angling them perfectly for him to ram his cock deep into Finn’s ass. Archer could see the entire sweat-soaked underside of Finn’s body, and his little erect cock twitching desperately. And between the boy’s squirming legs, he could see the bull’s plump balls slapping back and forth with each thrust. Archer wished he could smush his face against that hot sack right now more than anything else.

“Ah, fuck!” Zavoc groaned. “C’mon slut! Show me how much you want this dick. Show Archer how much you want this dick. Squirt your little load for me, bitch! Then I’ll give you what you want. Grrrrrrr!”

Finn wailed until his voice couldn’t get any higher -- a sound that Archer had only heard once before, and one he’d masturbated to a few times since. Hearing it again, the coyote bit his lip and pumped his cock hard, swearing and panting.

Open-mouthed, eyes clenched shut, tears streaming from his eyes, fingers in fists, and flailing helplessly, the otter screamed until his voice broke, and then a stream of watery young cum spurted from his little cock, shooting up the bed towards the camera, followed by another, and another, and another.

“Fuuuuuuucccck! Your ass… is so tight… it’s squeezing, it’s… guhhh!” The bull slammed his hips forward and all his muscles tensed up in their beautiful glory, bulging through his glistening fur, as he roared wordlessly. His cock head bulged through Finn’s soft stomach fur and stayed there as the skin around it slowly bloated outwards with cum into a round shape.

Archer could smell and taste it all. The memory of Zavoc fucking Finn on top of him came rushing back to him and tackled his body violently. He breathed in the scent of Zavoc’s sweat and musk and jizz mixing with Finn’s prepubescent almost-cum. He didn’t take his eyes off the screen, and what he could see thrust him over the edge. Hardly touching himself, his cock shot all the way up to his own face, and he groaned as he came at the same time as the two furs in the video.

Finn’s head flopped back against the bed as Zavoc released his hair, and the otter groaned, “Hnnnnnnggghh!” The sheets were damp with cum and sweat around him as his little body convulsed helplessly, his butt jiggling against Zavoc’s hips as the bull continued giving little flexing thrusts into him… while staring into the camera with dark eyes.

It only made Archer shoot again and again. Mindless, and lost in the heady mist of his orgasm, the coyote stared back at Zavoc and panted, “Fuck, you’re so hot. You fucked him like a god. You fuckin stud. Fuck… Ughhhhh…”

Zavoc kept fucking the limp boy impaled on his cock, grunting, “Ugh, fuck… there’s so much… you hot little slut… your fuckin tight hole’s milking it out of me… guhhhh”. And Archer stared at those powerful muscles in awe and admiration as the bull did what he does best. Zavoc’s movements grew slower and slower until this came to a halt, and he sighed heavily before exploding into a happy grin.

Archer huffed a weak laugh and found himself smiling too while cum dribbled down his muzzle and chest, soaking the couch around his already sweat-damp body, his whole body buzzing with warm pleasure for the first time in a long time.

The bull leant forward to kiss Finn’s hair, resting his nose against the boy’s head while panting, “Fuckin hell, that was amazing”, before breaking into an arrogant laugh. “I’m sure Archer appreciated it”.

Archer flopped his tired hand onto his chest where it slapped against a streak of cum. He made eye contact with the bull in the video and rolled his eyes, but it still didn’t kill his own smile. “Jerk”.

Zavoc reached for the camera with a big dark hand and picked it up, pointing it at his own face for a good shot of his proud smirk. “You’re welcome”, he teased. Then he lowered the camera down against the bed to show Finn’s face, and said, “Say goodbye to Archer, baby boy”.

Finn’s face twitched, and he groaned with a blissful kind of exhaustion, too tired to form any words.

Zavoc laughed. He blew a kiss to the camera.

And then the video ended.

Archer’s happiness came to a dead stop as the screen went black. The smile that was painted across his face slowly faded, and the crippling silence of reality seemed to start creeping towards him again, cornering him like doomed prey in his own house.

Still looking at the screen, a sad expression formed across his face. He wished the video hadn’t ended. He’d felt like he was there. He wished he was there. Just so he wasn’t… alone.

Maybe he could…

No. No. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t show up at Zavoc’s house uninvited. His heart wouldn’t be able to handle it if…

It was better to not find out.

He would come when he knew Finn wanted to see him again.

He swallowed and frowned as jizz trickled down his fur, pooling in his armpit and between his body and the couch, but he didn’t move.

He wondered if Finn missed him at all. Or if Finn even thought about him.

Maybe Finn still resented him for lying to him.

Or maybe Finn was having so much fun with Zavoc that he’d totally forgotten about him. It certainly sounded like he was having a good time. He had no doubt that Zavoc was pumping him full of all his favourite treats as well as his cum to win him over. And playing games with him. Kissing him and cuddling him and fucking him with that monster cock. Endless pleasure. God, they were probably having so much fun together…

He sighed heavily and glanced around the living room, a place of painful memories, echoing with laughter and smelling of his boyfriend.

Everywhere he looked. Everything he did. There wasn’t a place or object in this house he could go to or use without thinking of Finn. He couldn’t be in bed without remembering what it was like to wrap Finn in his arms underneath the blanket. He couldn’t look at the TV without remembering Finn sitting in his lap, giggling at something funny on the screen. Hell, he couldn’t even take a shower without thinking about washing Finn’s body for him and massaging his hair and making the cute little kid giggle with pleasure from rubbing that spot on his head.

Fuck, this wasn’t good for him.

He stared at the ceiling.

The video, though it hadn’t fixed the gaping hole in his heart, had reminded him of what it felt like to feel something. Something that wasn’t the absence of a feeling.

What am I supposed to do? I can’t keep going on like this.

His life was hopeless without Finn, that was for sure.

But he couldn’t force him to come back.

He didn’t want to.

Finn would return when he wanted to. That was the important thing. He needed to know that Finn missed him, and wanted to come back. Anything less than that, and their relationship wouldn’t stand a chance. If Finn didn’t come back to him out of his own free will, how would he know that Finn wasn’t wishing he was back with Zavoc?

He would wait for Finn. He would love him forever. Until he came back. And even if he didn’t.

Until then…

He needed to feel something.

He needed to make some new memories in this house so he could live in it.

And he needed to not be alone.

He sighed heavily.

He snatched up his laptop and replied to Zavoc’s email, fingers leaving sticky cum marks on his keys as he typed, asking the bull just one question. Then he waited in silence, lying in his cum and sweat on his wet couch, staring at the ceiling, until he got a reply. Zavoc had given him what he’d asked for, and underneath that, written, “Have fun, bitch!”

Archer’s blood pumped as he got up from the couch to find his phone. He entered a new number into his phone and sent a message to it. And got a reply back quickly.

It spurred him into action of a kind he hadn’t come close to for weeks. Over the next hour, he had a shower and washed his hair. He brushed his teeth. He picked his apple up off the floor and ate it. Naked while his fur dried, he cleaned up some of the junk littered around his living room. He finally moved his bedside clock back to his bedside.

Then there was a heavy-fisted knock on the door.

When he reached towards the lock with his key, he realised his hands were shaking and his heart was racing.

And a faint smile appeared on his face.

He was feeling something.

* * *


Archer’s bed was a place of so many bitterly fond memories -- morning cuddles with a gorgeous naked boy, and nighttime blowjobs from a naughty otter who’d use any excuse to avoid going to sleep yet.

On top of that bed now, Brandt fucked Archer like he hated him.

The coyote, helpless and weak and tiny underneath the bear, could do nothing but make noise -- his body overcome with pain and pleasure as Brandt’s heavy hips slapped against his ass cheeks so hard it felt like they were being bruised. He was a mere toy for the bigger, stronger male, a fucktoy to be used for sex -- and boy, was Brandt using him, because the bear knew how to fuck like a man. He’d wasted no time using his strength to throw the coyote onto the bed, pin him against the mattress he’d shared with Finn so many times, and start slamming him so hard the bed threatened to collapse. With strong hands, he wrenched the coyote’s hips back in time with every aggressive thrust, his heavy balls smacking against the coyote’s ass as he stretched his hole out to make room for his thick cock, his round gut of fat and muscle enveloping the coyote’s back in sweaty heat, all the while growling anger-fueled insults like, “Fuckin pathetic slut!” and, “Dumb bitch!”

Archer struggled to accommodate the thick bear’s angry thrusts, drooling and wailing and groaning as his body was used... which only seemed to spur Brandt on to fuck harder and faster and rougher, as much for his own pleasure as to cause Archer a kind of pain. Honestly, they were the same thing.

The bear’s fat cock head pummeled his prostate, which made Archer’s cock twitch and dance with lust on its own. But when Brandt slammed into him like this, the coyote’s dick grinded against the bed as well, sending pleasure rippling through him, and dirty thoughts exploding through his mind. He was a fuckin slut, and fuck it felt great.

Brandt crammed his cock inside the coyote as deep as he could and held it there while he grinded his hips around in a small circle, pushing all his weight down on top of Archer so the coyote was immobile underneath him, an act of total dominance. Archer released a long, low groan in response as his prostate was crushed, his eyes rolling backwards in his skull.

“There’s better things you could be doin’ with that mouth”, Nakk prodded needily.

The coyote’s eyes came back into focus on the fat, veiny, precum-dribbling cock a couple inches from his head, and couldn’t hide the smirk that crept across his face. With no need for any more encouragement than that, he gripped the boar’s cock in a paw and slurped the river of precum up his shaft before taking the fat juicy head into his mouth. “Guhhhh, fuuuck, that feels good…” the boar groaned, and Archer felt the same way. With Brandt on top of him, and Nakk sitting against the headboard in front of him, legs either side of Archer and cock in his face, Archer’s small body was completely surrounded by the two big fat horny furs.

Almost like Brandt resented Archer giving his attention to Nakk, the bear suddenly smacked the coyote’s ass and plowed it hard. Archer was temporarily stunned as his body tensed up, though he let out a muffled moan around the boar’s fat cock. In an arrogant tone, Brandt snarled, “The dumb bitch forgot about you, Nakk. I’m just fuckin him too good”.

Unfazed, Nakk relaxed backwards with his arms behind his head and laughed. “That right, B? ‘Cause he seems pretty happy making out with my dick right now”.

The fat pig wasn’t wrong. As Archer’s slurped on Nakk’s big cock he savoured the salty-sweet-manly taste of cock juice by sliding it around his tongue, though more and more of it spurted into his mouth with each cock throb. The musky smell of the sweaty boar’s crotch filled his nostrils and lungs, and Archer breathed deeply. Before he realised it, one of his paws was mindlessly gripping at Nakk’s fat gut, squeezing and rubbing needily at his hot, hairy flesh… in admiration and worship.

“Pfft, that’s just because Zav broke his fuckin mind when he raped the kid”, Brandt grunted.

“It’s the opposite, actually”, Archer tried to say, but with Nakk’s cock in his mouth it came out more as a, “Mmmnghhff nnn mfffngghgh”.

“What’s that, bitch?” the bear snapped.

Archer went to lift his head for only a second before the boar stopped him and shoved the coyote’s mouth back down on his cock using a hand. “Less talking, more sucking”, he breathed lustfully in a low voice.

Archer mentally shrugged and got right back to massaging the boar’s juicy cock head with his mouth. The pair could think whatever they wanted to think about him. He knew the truth, and that was all that mattered.

“What do ya think he’s doin with him right now?” Nakk wondered. “Think they’re fuckin? I bet they’re fuckin. Mmmm. Bet Zavoc’s deep in that sweet little ass right now. Fuck, it looked so fuckin tight. Wish I could’ve--”.

“Fuck you’re such a pedo”, Brandt sighed between two very hard thrusts.

“And you’re not?” Nakk snorted with amusement. “Aren’t you the one who fucked it up for us by tryin’ to fuck him?”

“Hey, you can’t blame me for wanting to fuck a tight fucking hole like that kid had. I’d fuckin ruin him. Fuck… Imagine how hot the sound of him crying for me to stop would be”.

Archer could feel the bear’s cock throb inside of him, and he couldn’t help but shiver with a perverse kind of pleasure at the thought of Brandt savagely raping Finn… and Archer eating the bear’s ass and balls while he did it.

Ah fuck…

“Fuckin underage kid was so fuckin hot”, Nakk agreed. “Ungh. I’d fuck him for hours”.

Hiding a little smirk, Archer cupped the horny boar’s big round balls in his paws and massaged them gently while he made out with his cock, licking and kissing and slobbering all over it. He smushed his face against the boar’s nut sack too, feeling the musky warmth envelop his muzzle and sensing the lust building up inside the bulging testicles against his face. He pleasured Nakk’s nuts for a while with his lips and tongue before returning to his cock head, at which point the boar’s whole body twitched with pleasure, and he coated the coyote’s mouth with another heavy shot of precum from his cock hole.

“Ugggh… fuckin hell. That’s fuckin good, Arch. No one’s ever sucked my cock like that before, fuck…”

Brandt gave a short laugh. “Why would anyone wanna suck you off, you fat pig?” he growled.

“I bet I get more than you do”, the boar said with a grin. “And they keep comin’ back, too. Once they get a taste they just can’t stay away”.

Brandt huffed angrily, and returned to smacking Archer’s ass against the bed like it was an outlet for a lifetime of anger.

While Archer sucked on his cock, the boar cracked open fourth can of beer from the bedside table and chugged it, some of it spilling down his chubby chest and soaking his fur, though he clearly didn’t care. He burped loudly, then closed his eyes peacefully and groaned, “Yeah, you’re enjoying that, aren’t you, slut? Suckin on my big fat manly cock. Drinkin my precum. Getting high off my sweaty ball funk. Fuck yeah. I could get used to this”.

Nakk’s dumb self-love sent tingles through Archer’s body, and the coyote moaned, “Mmmmmghnmmm”, around the cock flesh filling his mouth. Fucking arrogant pig. Fucking sexy arrogant pig. Nakk had planted his fat ass cheeks atop Archer’s pillow on the bed. Tonight, he’d be able to smell sweaty manly boar ass.

It was better for his heart than smelling the lingering, haunting scents of a sweet little otter.

Archer’s lustful moan seemed to anger Brandt, who suddenly barked loudly, “Fuck! You’re such a dumb slut!” and slammed into Archer’s ass a few times.

Was he trying to hurt him? Maybe he hadn’t realised that they’d been fucking for so long that the pain had mostly faded into numbness for Archer -- and fuck it, the pain that still remained only turned him on more because he wasn’t trying to deny it anymore. He was a masochist, and all the coyote could feel from Brandt’s every thrust was warm sparkles throughout his battered body. Fuck it, he wanted to bear to go harder.

Punctuated by furious thrusts, the bear continued, “You’re being a filthy whore for the guys who messed around with your kid boyfriend… That’s so fucking… pathetic! Grrrrr! You… fucking… useless… stupid faggot!”

Nakk’s cock slipped from Archer’s mouth with a heavy plop as the coyote raised his head just enough to taunt the bear behind him, “You seemed pretty eager to fuck this stupid faggot’s ass”.

The bear slowed to a stop. Archer couldn’t see Brandt behind him, but in front of him he could see Nakk break into a body-jiggling chuckle, before suddenly going wide-eyed and raising his hand towards Brandt, in a panic, sputtering, “No! No punching! Not while his mouth’s down there. I don’t wanna lose my cock between his teeth! I love my cock!”

Archer could hear Brandt’s seething anger as the bear exhaled loudly through his teeth. “Grr… Fucking cunt”, he grunted in a low voice. He shoved his weight forward as he slammed into Archer’s ass, which smushed the coyote’s face into Nakk’s ball sack and hid his cheeky smile. Then the bear leant forward on top of him, propping his chest up on his elbows, but otherwise letting his massive weight rest on top of the coyote and squish him. With his head just over Archer’s shoulder, Brandt growled into the coyote’s ear, “You’re a weak fucking faggot slut and I could snap you in half if I really wanted to. And I’d do it in front of your kid, too. The one who left you for Zav. I’m three fuckin times your size, and you’re nothing compared to me”.

Under Brandt’s mass, it was hard to breathe, but Archer still managed to inhale enough air to reply in a strained voice, “Oh, you big fucking stud, Brandt… So big and hot and hung… If you keep fuckin me the way you are, you’re gonna make me cummm”.

There was a moment of silence in which the heat of Brandt’s breath against Archer’s neck halted. The coyote cast his eyes upwards as he noticed Nakk looking at the bear with an amused look on his face, before giving his friend little shrug.

Archer thought Brandt had already been fucking him as hard as possible, but he realised he was wrong as Brandt slowly raised his hips, growled, “Cunt”, and started savagely slamming into him so hard whole bed rattled and smacked against the wall. Sitting up and gripping the coyote’s hips painfully, the bear bore his entire weight down on Archer’s ass with every crushing thrust, wrenching the coyote backwards each time onto a cock that now seemed even bigger and thicker than before.

Archer’s body was at the big bear’s total mercy, and each time their bodies collided his cock grinded against the very wet spot on his sheets. As it became rapidly clear that Brandt wasn’t going to stop, lust claimed the coyote’s mind and he felt a sudden starving desire to pleasure the other stud sharing his bed. Archer grabbed hold of the boar’s cock with both paws and pumped it while sucking on its fat round head.

Nakk collapsed back against the headboard and groaned, “Yeaahhh, you want my fat load, don’t you?”

“Mmmmmghff”, Archer moaned, his mind consumed with hunger.

As the whole bed shook, the boar’s fat body jiggled, glistening with sweat and spilled beer. With his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his words were slow and half-formed as he slurred, “Heheh… Heh… That’s so… Ugh-unngghh… You’re gonna make…” And then his cock started twitching wildly in Archer’s mouth, and he suddenly groaned, “Fuck! I’m gonna… Uggggffffhhh!”

A heavy spurt of cum shot into Archer’s mouth and the coyote moaned with intense satisfaction, like he was fulfilling his true purpose in life. Archer grasped the boar’s balls in his paws and felt them tightening and squeezing inside his hairy sack.

“Fuuuuuuuuucccck!” Nakk squealed, clutching and squeezing his own fat tits with his fat fingers as his fat thighs jiggled and his cock kept gushing with hot cum. “Uggggghh! Hnnnnngggh! Yeahhhhh. Yeahhhhhh fuckin take it! Fuckin thirsty slut. So fuckin thirsty for my thick load. Yeahhh! So fuckin much. I’ve fuckin got what you need. Mmmmmm. You fuckin slut. I’ve got fuckin tons of it. Cummin so much. Fuckin cock feels so gooooooodd. Fuckin cummin down your throat! Cumming so haaaaarrrdd!”

“Grrrrrrr. Shut up, you fat fuck!” Brandt roared, panting heavily while fucking Archer’s ass frantically, like he was trying to drown out Nakk’s voice with the sounds of their bodies slapping together. “You’re a fuckin turn-off!”

Nakk didn’t care. Ignoring Brandt, and lost in his own world of pleasure, the boar groaned, “Fuckin baby boars in your tummy, slut. Fuckin filling you up. Drink it down. So much cummmmmmmm. Guhhhh. Uggggghhhh”.

Archer’s eyes flickered as he gulped and gulped and gulped cum down his throat, drinking it down -- drowning in the boar’s thick load. He could feel each surge moving through Nakk’s cock with his tongue against the underside of the boar’s meaty shaft, and each time the boar’s nuts seized up he knew another spurt was on the way. He kneaded those fat orbs inside his fingers, wanting more, wanting all the boar had to give him, needing it.

Over the top of Nakk’s endless low groans came a sudden roar of, “Fuuuuccck!” from Brandt. With his backside enveloped by the bear, Archer could feel Brandt’s entire body go tense, bulging with powerful muscles through fat, as he buried his cock as far inside him as it would go with three violent thrusts. Brandt’s cock head pounded against Archer’s prostate the same way the bear had beaten him when they were teens -- so fucking hard that as it exploded with a flood of hot cum inside the coyote’s guts, it forced an orgasm out of the coyote at the same time.

Archer helplessly tried to scream as the pleasure destroyed his body, but his voice was muffled by the pig’s fat cock flesh and the sounds forming in his throat were washed back down by the torrent of cum still flooding out of Nakk’s cock slit.

“Guhhhhh!” Brandt groaned. “You fuckin dumb cunt! You-unnngh… You… You stupid bitch! This is… all you’re good for, uggggggghh!”

At the same time as Brandt’s grunts of pleasure, Nakk was still slobbering and squealing and moaning, “Uhhhhhhhh yeahhh, you love it, you fuckin slut. Fuckin slut for my fat cock. Love suckin on my big fat cock. I’m a big fuckin stud and you know it. Yeahhh you love drinking from my fat cock”.

I love it so fucking much, Archer’s mind screamed. His legs squeezed against the bear’s fat ass and he licked hungrily at the boar’s endlessly cum-oozing cock slit as his cock shot wildly into the mattress underneath him like he was being attacked by two orgasms at once. Physically, mentally, fuckin spiritually, he was in heaven -- being pumped full of boar and bear jizz at the same time from big fat gushing cocks, trapped between two huge, sweaty, hairy bodies, two big arrogant studs who were filling his bedroom with the sounds of their deep grunts and groans as they came wildly, who had as much love for themselves as they did disdain for the dumb bitch they were using to blow their loads -- fucking both of his holes like a cheap slut in his own bed, treating him like they owned him, treating like he was nothing… like big manly studs should. And Archer was swimming in how blisteringly hot it all was, his whole body numb, unable to register anything but ecstasy, his mind melting away into pleasure as the three of the came together, a moment that seemed to last forever.
 
Brandt half-twitched half-thrust a few more times into Archer as he panted heavily, “Fucking… cunt… fuck”. Shortly after, Nakk’s orgasm slowed to light spurts, and his self-loving words morphed into meaningless sighs and groans of relief.

All three of them lay there for minutes, Archer still impaled on two fat softening cocks -- the two big furs panting with exhaustion in the afterglow of their powerful orgasms, while Archer breathed through his nostrils because Nakk’s cock slit was still oozing the last of his cum into his mouth. He felt fuller than ever before in his entire life, and not just because of his bloated stomach. His whole body occasionally shivered with waves of pleasure as he lay there, drenched in sweat and soaking in the musky stench of sweat and cock juice and ball funk, his hole weakly twitching around Brandt’s shaft and still squeezing his fat cock.

He couldn’t move. He didn’t want to. He would stay like this as long as they wanted him to, milking the last of their cum out of their sexy fucking cocks.

Finally, Nakk broke the silence.

“I need to piss”, the boar said, a big dumb smile slowly forming on his ugly-sexy face.

“Me too”, Brandt said, in a darker tone that proved he wasn’t about to make for the bathroom.

The old Archer would have squirmed in horror…

But this coyote’s heart fluttered happily at those words. The fear, guilt, and shame he’d come to know so well -- that he had lived with every single day for so many years -- were finally behind him. And, as Brandt and Nakk both sigh-groaned with pleasure, and the coyote felt his tummy bloat with heavy streams of hot piss from both ends, Archer wrapped a paw around his still-hard cum-sloppy cock, and pumped it, and shivered as tingly bliss moved through his body.

He had left the bull’s house a different coyote. Zavoc had stripped the coyote’s body and heart and soul bare and shown him the uncomfortable truth. He had shone a torch upon the dark corners of his mind, and now his eyes were open to the parts of himself he had been too scared to admit were always there -- always affecting him no matter how much he tried to stuff them away.

The bull had shown Archer the cost of his cowardice, his weakness, and the inability to accept who he truly was. The cost was Zavoc and Finn, gone from his life. The cost was his happiness. And theirs.

In that way, stumbling into Zavoc in that cafe weeks ago was almost a gift. He was alone now, yes, and fucking miserable, absolutely, but also, for the first time in his life, he also felt genuinely whole.

Not needing to hide from parts of his own mind, he felt light and unburdened in a way he’d never felt before. He’d broken down, but at least now, as he set about rebuilding himself, he had all the pieces laid out before him in plain sight, and he could choose what to do with them.

Both Finn and Zavoc deserved more than a pitiful coward who was afraid to admit even the depths of his attraction to them, that was certain. But Archer was determined to never succumb to his own lies ever again. Free from the shackles and chains of his mind, he could finally make peace with the truth. He could finally be himself.

And perhaps, over time, this new and complete coyote, one who could be honest with himself and those around him, could climb his way back into the lives of those he loved.



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