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I drew the majority of these pics January-ish. Since then I've done some work to make their designs more consistent and improve my art skills, but I don't think it's worth going back and updating everything, redoing all the shading, etc.

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Look forward to more soon. 🦦🐇🦦

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See the Ben and Andy (and Owen) collection so far here!
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He liked them.\n\nOwen though…\n\nAs another twenty-minute episode started with a chipper theme tune, the chubby otter sitting beside Ben on the the hare’s couch tugged on his long blond hair and groaned aloud, “Can we [i]puhhh-leaaasse[/i] watch something else?”\n\nIn front of them, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Andy replied over his shoulder, “But Ben said we could watch three episodes!”\n\n“It’s [i]sooooo stupid[/i], Andy”, Owen cried with a tone of rising frustration. “That episode was all about a kid who lost his friggin’ [i]apple[/i]”.\n\n[i]The apple was a metaphor[/i], Ben thought, having managed to get somewhat invested in this cartoon. \n\n“I like it”, the younger otter said.\n\n“Their faces are so ugly”, the older brother grumbled. \n\n“Don’t be mean”, Andy said quietly.\n\n“How am I being mean? Did [i]you [/i]make the show?”\n\n“N-no, but–”\n\n“Then how is that [i]mean[/i]?” Owen said, scowling at the little boy.\n\n“I… I don’t know…” Andy mumbled. Ben watched him shift around on his amazingly plump ass with a sad look on his face, glancing first at his brother, and then looking more woefully at Ben. His pretty green eyes were so sad, glimmering so beautifully… \n\nAs he looked at the boy, the hare’s cock throbbed. He cringed in response to his own body. Oh, God, why was Andy so cute when he was sad? And why did Ben wish to [i]make the cub look sad[/i]? \n\nHe had given in to those urges at times, gaslighting him, guilt-tripping him, flashing him… even humping him to orgasm on his bed once, and he always hated himself twice as much as any pleasure he got from it afterwards. \n\nOh, but the boy just looked so cute and so sexy when he was sad, scared, and confused. And those regretful slips of self-control had made him cum so, so hard.\n\n[i]Ughhhhhh[/i].\n\nHe rubbed his eyes with spread fingers, silently cursing his dark mind, then gritted his teeth uncomfortably as he looked between the siblings, pondering what to say. His eyes rested on his boyfriend.\n\nWhat was he meant to say to him? The old Owen wouldn’t have complained, but this one was capable of being stubborn. For some reason, at some point, the otter had changed beyond the mere increase in weight. It was more than that. It was something inside him.\n\nBen had scoffed when Andy confided his big brother was mean to him in private. [i]Owen [/i]and [i]mean [/i]were two words that did not go together in his mind, except when he thought about the ways in which [i]he [/i]wanted to treat the otter and that increasingly big ass at times. The Owen he had always known seemed so innocent, sweet, soft, and pure. \n\nYet, lately, Owen had been less cheerful and less optimistic. When he smiled, his eyes would remain dull. He alternated between echoes of his former self and one who made quiet jokes about dying, who hid out the back and smoked and barely looked at Ben if he approached, and who was prone to staring into the distance at nothing and breathing so shallowly his body seemed to freeze. Amongst the other things that surfaced, meanness towards Andy was indeed one of them. He could barely tolerate even the most innocuous things Andy did. Maybe that was a normal sibling thing. Ben wouldn’t know – he was an only child.\n\nBut the other things, those darker things… \n\nWas Owen always that way, and had just kept those parts of him under wraps until he became more comfortable around his boyfriend? \n\nOr did [i]Ben [/i]change him after the night he took Owen’s virginity in… the manner that he did? Was it both?\n\nEither way, the truth was that Ben liked this different version of Owen better than the other one. He used to feel no connection to the otter, but ever since the day Owen had masturbated him behind Andy’s back, Ben had been fascinated by him. \n\nThere were two incomplete fragments of different people inside of the lagomorph that took control of his actions at times. One wanted to be normal and good. The other wanted things that were good for nobody. And when he saw that Owen was not as perfect as he seemed, that something dark was visible through the cracks, that he was capable of meanness too…\n\nWell, it made the broken bunny feel happy. It made him feel like there was tinder of a genuine bond there that he could set alight. \n\nHe wanted to be mean too.\n\nMaybe they could be mean together. \n\n“Ben, c’mon, this shit is unbearable”, Owen pleaded, looking at him under low unimpressed eyelids.\n\nThe bunny sighed and spoke hesitantly. “I said three episodes, so we’re playing three episodes. I promised”.\n\n“Uggghhh”. Owen flopped back on the couch, his chin sinking into his round fat-tits. Then in a quieter voice, but one that was probably still somewhat audible to his little brother, he complained. “My parents are home today. Why does Andy need to be here? You don’t need to put up with babysitting him”.\n\nThe true answer would have been [i]Because my dick loves being around his soft little barely-dressed body[/i], but Ben lied, “It’s Saturday, and he always stays over on Saturday”.\n\n“And every other second day”, Owen mumbled.\n\n“I just like helping out your parents”.\n\n“You’re too sweet and kind for your own good”, the otter said with a slight smile. \n\nThe sudden thought of [i]No, I just wanna molest your little brother[/i] intruded upon Ben’s mind in a flash. 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He wanted normalcy, and Owen was a relief from those fears that he never expected. \n\nHe no longer simply tolerated Owen as a means of being close to the younger sibling, no longer needed to clutch Andy’s stolen clothing and look at pictures of the boy while they had sex, and no longer needed to squint to pretend he was fucking Andy instead of Owen in order to cum. He did indulge himself with those things sometimes, of course, but it was no longer absolutely necessary for him to get off. Owen had tapped into a level of naughtiness and wrongness that Ben [i]needed [/i]in order to feel something towards him. There was some sort of deviancy there and it excited him. It wasn’t to the same level as Ben’s perversions, but it was enough to have opened a channel for attraction.\n\nOwen did also have a very big soft round marshmallowy ass which helped too. When the sight of that huge rear filled Ben’s eyes it would travel down his optic nerves and ooze dopamine into his brain.\n\nThe big otter was just about to walk away when he stopped in place. He looked down at Ben with a strange smile, and the hare frowned in confusion as he looked back up at the otter’s unusual expression. “Actually…” the older sibling said, “can you help me with something in the kitchen, baby?”\n\nAfter a few seconds of pondering, Ben stood up and followed in the otter’s wake, curious, leaving the kid behind on the carpet to watch high-pitched cartoon characters babble at each other on the television.\n\nThe hare’s house had an open plan kitchen, with a countertop and stove overlooking the living room, separated by a short partition. It was nice in that it meant the hare could watch television while cooking, though he still ordered take-away food more than he should.\n\nBen’s confusion intensified as Owen grasped one of his hands and led him to the middle of the kitchen. Andy was just barely in sight over the top of the partition from here. Ben was just inhaling to ask him what he was doing when Owen cut him off, pressing his wide body against the hare’s tall one and backing him up against the counter. His body quivered as Owen’s warm hands crawled up under his shirt and pushed it upwards, squeezing needily at his taut stomach muscles as it wriggled up the hare.\n\n“What are you doing?” Ben whispered. He froze in place as the otter pushed the lagomorph’s shirt up to his armpits.\n\n“I want your body”, Owen murmured, looking up at him with narrow and determined eyes. He tugged on the fabric until the stunned bunny finally relented, raising his arms up high enough for Owen to remove his clothing.\n\n“But Andy–”\n\nOwen’s reply was firm and instant. “[i]Fuck Andy. Strip[/i]”.\n\nBen’s dick swelled while the rest of his body froze. As Owen fondled his body, the hare’s dick grew until it strained against the fabric of his pants. When the chubby male pressed against him to kiss his chest, that growing dong squished against his soft belly, and Owen erupted in a wicked and naughty grin. 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Owen shed his jacket and shirt as well until he was only wearing a pair of shorts around his big ass, and those shorts strained to capture the tremendous mass of his rear. The tip of Owen’s smaller bulge was just barely visible underneath his round belly, but his erection fought against the fabric.\n\nBen studied his boyfriend’s face, looking at the naughty tongue licking between Owen’s pierced lips, and his chubby chest heaving with lustful heavy breaths, trying to make sense of the otter’s actions. But, other things demanded the hare’s attention. Arousal and need surged through him and the lagomorph groaned pitifully through his nostrils as he reached down to grab two handfuls of fat ass cheeks and pull the otter closer to him, grinding his erection against the soft flesh of Owen’s tummy. The otter met him in a hug for a moment, wrapping his arms around Ben’s muscular torso and clutching his back as their lips came together in a panting wet-lipped kiss.\n\nClosing his eyes, Ben melted into Owen’s touch, his heat, and his vanilla scent. But it ended too soon with them on a timer due to the cartoon playing on the TV behind Ben. Owen slid out of the bunny’s grasp and dropped to his knees, coming face-to-dick with the lagomorph’s giant erection. Ben could feel his cock spurting precum against the fabric of his underwear, hotter than the rest of his body.\n\nOwen took in the sight of his tremendous bulge for a couple of second before meeting the oozing underwear-covered tip with his pierced lips, kissing it tenderly at first, and giggling naughtily as it pulsed and throbbed away from his mouth. He wrangled it by grasping it clumsily through the hare’s briefs in his hands, and then he closed his wet warm mouth around the tip, surrounding it with hot saliva and sucking on the mingling liquids and swallowing, licking at the head of his cock to tease more precum into his mouth.\n\nBen’s eyes rolled back in his head so hard his head flopped backwards and he stared up at the light in the ceiling, gasping, feeling his limbs tremble and threaten to give way under the weight of his lust. His nuts longed for him to grab hold of Owen’s skull and shove his dick down the otter’s throat, regardless of it still being in underwear, to get relief from the sensual teasing Owen was giving it, but he would probably fall over if he let go of the bench. He gritted his teeth and whimpered pathetically as his boyfriend slurped at his dick until he finally got the relief he craved.\n\nOwen tugged the bunny’s underwear down, the hare’s giant penis folding downwards under the band of the fabric before enough of its impressive length was free and it was able to surge upwards again, flinging drops of precum through the air during its arc. Owen’s hungry maw met it quickly, licking at his balls and moving up the heated shaft, pressing against the fleshy underside with a firm tongue, coaxing more dick liquid from the tip with every massaging movement of his mouth.\n\nBen twisted as much as he could, [i]needing [/i]to look behind him. He saw cute cartoon characters singing about something on the television, and most importantly, he could see Andy’s head watching it. \n\n“Ffffuck”, he breathed, staring at the boy. The kid. The cub. The child. The eight year old. He was right there, mere metres from him, fucking clueless, sharing the same fucking room and the same fucking oxygen as his fucking dick, and probably cluelessly breathing in the same molecules of the scent of his pedophile penis as it was pleasured by his older brother.\n\n“You like that, baby?” he heard Owen chuckle quietly from below.\n\nBen rolled his head forward again and fixated on the otter with sluggish eyes, breathing, “Oh fuck yes”.\n\n“You’re naughty”, Owen teased. “This is [i]risky[/i]”.\n\n“Yeah, it is”, Ben groaned.\n\nOwen just smirked, opened his mouth wide, and took Ben’s swollen cock into his mouth. Gripping the edge of the counter tightly, Ben stared down at his lover, giving small desperate awkward thrusts into the otter’s mouth while trying not to roar with a mixture of frustration and desire.\n\nHis eyes moved upwards a little, staring at the giant mounds of ass between Owen’s thick tail. Owen seemed to notice, as he awkwardly managed to wiggle his rear left to right in Ben’s vision without a break in sucking his dick. \n\n“Pull your shorts down your ass”, Ben grunted.\n\nObediently, Owen reached back, hooking his thumb into the waistband and pushing the fabric back over his cheeks with some amount of effort. Eventually, he exposed the jiggly flesh of his fat ass, the band of his shorts squeezing around his cheeks slightly and plumping his butt up even more. “[i]Lllhhgh mmmm[/i]?” he mumbled around Ben’s shaft.\n\n“Yeah…” the bunny groaned, his posture slumping under the weight of lust. “[i]Mmmgh… buh…[/i] big ass”.\n\nOwen’s body bounced as he laughed, his voice just barely audible as it passed through his nostrils, his mouth gagged by cock.\n\nA minute or two later, when the television speakers grew silent, and the lighting of the room in his peripheral vision shifted blue, a hare in charge of his own brain would have logically known what had happened. But this Ben, mentally flailing as he drowned under a wave of his own lust and self-satisfaction, didn’t put it together until he heard the child’s voice speak behind him.\n\n“Ben?”\n\nHis body straightened, tense and tight, in an instant. He looked over his shoulder so quickly he hurt a muscle in his neck, and his eyes fell upon Andy, standing behind him on the other side of the bench.\n\nHe expected that Owen would stop. There was no doubt in his mind that Owen would stop. The cub could walk around to the kitchen side any second. Andy was up. Andy was right there. [i]Andy was talking to Ben[/i].\n\nOwen didn’t stop.\n\nBen could have pushed him away and stopped him himself.\n\nBut… he didn’t want to. \n\nNo, this was perfect. Fucking perfect.\n\n“Ahhh… [i]hahh[/i]… yeah?” Ben said through his teeth.\n\n“The TV stopped”, Andy said mournfully.\n\nAt his feet, Owen picked up speed in chase of an orgasm for his big bunny. He likely thought he needed to work harder in order to make Ben cum [i]despite [/i]his dumb little brother being there. The truth was the sinister opposite. Just looking at Andy’s sweet little face made Ben’s balls tighten, made his breath quicken, and made his dick squirt precum to liquify its landing for a thick load of jizz. He’d ejaculated so many times looking at that sweet little face, in pictures, videos, and in person, that his dick was used to it – conditioned to spraying hare babies when he looked at those pretty young eyes. The sweet little child’s face made Ben’s dick want to cum.\n\n“Oh….” the hare grunted, desperately trying to sound normal while he could feel an orgasm approaching quickly, “ohh… ahh…”\n\n“Can you make it work again?”\n\nHe searched for better, cleverer words, but couldn’t come up with anything. His brain was submerged under sexual thoughts and couldn’t come up for air, not even for a moment. All he could think about was cumming. All he could do was look at that face. That young face. So young. So pretty. So sexy. He wanted to fuck that face. Wanted to get caught. “Y-yeah… Just a minute… kiddo… Nmgh…” [i]Fuck yeah. Kid face on my big penis. Fuck that kid face. His little face and my big fucking dick. Yeah. [/i]\n\nA confused Andy glanced at the television which said[i] No Connection[/i] and then back at his big friend, waiting for the hare to do something. “...Ben?”\n\nBen could feel the older otter’s head bobbing up and down on his dick rapidly, squeezing Ben’s swollen penis head with the inside of his throat, expanding to its limit to accommodate his thick dick. He could feel the hot tight wetness and slight bumps of teeth and piercings lower down his shaft, and could hear quiet slurps and gags and muffled groans. It was so sexual and so wrong in the presence of a child and so, so hot. Owen’s hands clutched Ben’s sweaty clenched ass cheeks and squeezed, spurring him onwards, while the rabbit whimpered. “Hhhhrghh…”\n\n“What are you doin?” Andy prodded, his voice higher pitched now.\n\nBen wanted an excuse, and wracked his mind for one, but the pleasure clouded his vision. There was nothing in his brain – just a need to cum amidst flashing fantasies that involved Andy and that pretty, tiny, young mouth, and Ben’s huge, fat, adult penis. “Just... s-stay there for... forrr… a minute... nnnmh…”\n\n“But–”\n\nIt was coming. “Just give me... ugh… Just give... ahhgh…” Andy looked so confused as he stood there, kneading his little hands nervously, a slight look of anxiety taking over his young face. Fuck, he looked so sexy. [i]So sexy.[/i] “J-just…”\n\n“What?” Andy asked.\n\nOther parts of Ben took over that excluded his ability to talk any longer. As he looked at the child his mind just screamed perverted words at him, each one making his dick throb and spurt. [i]So fucking sexy. Fat ass. Kid face. Soft body. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ffffuck! Fucking boy! Fucking child! Fucking eight! [/i]“Just... mmnnh…” \n\nHe exhaled a sound of mixed pleasure and agony through his gritted teeth, revelling in the spotlight of Andy’s vision as the clueless child stood there watching him, confused and anxious for reasons his young mind couldn’t comprehend. \n\nFuck, he loved otters. He loved this family. He loved these brothers and their stupid clueless parents. He loved being in control, being served by one, and manipulating the other! \n\n[i]Look at me while I cum. Look at your big pedophile friend you stupid fuckable brat, and let me look at youuuuu while I cummmmmmm![/i]\n\n“[i]Rrrgggggghhhhh![/i]”\n\nHis balls slapped against Owen’s chin as they tightened upwards inside his hot ball sack and his dick slit expanded as it gushed out fat streams of thick bunny semen. Owen immediately choked, gagging, and stopped moving as he refocused on swallowing Ben’s load without revealing their naughty secret. Ben, though, tightened every muscle in his loins to force jizz through his shaft, momentarily wanting nothing more than to cum so much it made Owen sputter and cough and let the otter cop the blame when it caused the sweet little boy a metre behind him to wander around and find out what the funny weird noises were. Ben couldn’t move and couldn’t talk, with every muscle of his body focused on jizzing, and every ounce of his energy attention focused on not passing out as he came so hard it felt like it was draining his soul. His dick pulsed hard, rapidly, as it sprayed wildly down Owen’s tight throat. The otter’s swallowing actions squeezed around Ben’s tender oversensitive penis head, intensifying and lengthening his orgasm until it felt like all the electrical ecstasy coursing through his shaking body was going to melt his brain. \n\nEventually it subsided, and Ben crumbled forward, gasping for air.\n\nOwen sat back on his obese ass, swallowing multiple times, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a mischievous smile. \n\n“Andy…” Ben panted, standing upright with effort and turning around, facing the cub and holding himself upwards with his palms flat against the bench. “Go upstairs to the guest bedroom”.\n\n“Why? I wanted to watch the–”\n\n“Uffh… Just go. Now!” he said in a stern voice. He bent down for just a second to fetch his underwear and pull it back up. His mostly-hard, long, slippery erection wasn’t about to slip back into it unnoticed anytime soon though. “[i]Ungh[/i]. Wait for me. Uhhhhgh… I’ll be there in a… in a minute, alright?”\n\n“Okay”, the cub said timidly. The boy clearly knew [i]something [/i]was [i]wrong[/i], but post-orgasm more-sensible Ben could only hope he didn’t know it was anything sexual. He plodded off as he had been told, and soon enough his gentle footsteps faded as they moved up the staircase in the hallway.\n\n“That was close”, Ben groaned pitifully, grasping his hot blushing cheeks with both hands, still trembling.\n\n“Yuhh…” he heard Owen groan in a low breathy voice.\n\nThe hare opened his eyes to see the otter still kneeling there, staring at him with wide, intense, adoring eyes, full of lust and twitching with pleasure. Owen had a hand around his dick and was pumping it rapidly as his breaths quickened, bunny jizz dribbling from his cheeks and chin.\n\nBen snorted and smirked, feeling a strange fuzzy feeling swell inside his heart. He stepped forward and raised a leg, pressing the long length of his foot paw against the otter’s junk firmly to cut him off from cumming. “No”.\n\nOwen’s face contorted with misery. “But–”\n\n“You’ll get yours tonight, slut”.\n\n* * *\n\nBen’s guilt manifested into Andy picking dinner and getting all the treats he wanted afterwards, plus many more episodes of that cartoon being played for Andy despite Owen’s complaints. Blue-balled, the older otter was even more irritable than before, but Ben’s bratty boyfriend got what was coming to him and more after the cub had gone to bed. \n\nIn Ben’s bedroom, next door to the guest bedroom where Andy was sleeping, Ben hadn’t intended to make noise. He had assured himself he was going to be sneaky with this when he was first making out with his boyfriend, undressing him, and humping his fat dick between the deep crevice of Owen’s round cheeks in the beginning. But as he got hornier, his defences weakened, and that other version of himself had an easier time taking control. After all, these things always had a way of escalating when his dick was involved, despite good intentions. Owen seemed to suffer the same pitfall.\n\n“Oh fuck!” Owen moaned. “Oh fffuck! You’re so big! Ugggh! [i]How [/i]are you so fucking [i]biggg[/i]?”\n\nFolding Owen’s chubby legs back as he thrust between the otter’s plump cheeps and deeper up his tight ass, the hare gritted his teeth and grunted, “You’re lucky my dick’s so big, I can get it up your huge fat ass”.\n\nOwen laughed with a sound of delight for a moment before wailing, “Unnnnghhh… yessss!” He clutched the headboard with both hands, steadying himself against the hare’s deep and rapid thrusts as their sex picked up speed. The otter’s uncut dick was untouched but stiff and twitching. It endlessly streamed slippery precum that pooled in the deep bellybutton of his gut, which jiggled every time Ben’s hips clapped against his cheeks. \n\nBen no longer tried to be slow or gentle or quiet. Now the thought of being heard made his penis feel really, really, really good. “You’re so fucking naughty”. \n\n“I amm… unnngghghh!” Owen whimpered, his chest tight and his voice strained as Ben shoved his cock deep up him. “I’m so bad! Tuh-tell me how bad I am!”\n\n“Bad fucking slut… You’re desperate for my dick!” Ben grunted, wiping drops of sweat off his forehead before clutching the otter’s thighs again. “Can’t help yourself, can you? You need this fat cock!”\n\n“M-more!” Owen groaned desperately.\n\n“We could have been caught by your little bro, Owen”.\n\n“N-no… screw him”, the otter whimpered, sounding frustrated now. “Tell me I’m fat again!”\n\nBen slowed for a moment. That caught him off-guard as a strange thing to say. “What?”\n\n“Just do it. [i]Please[/i]”, the otter begged.\n\nThe hare frowned. “Owen…”\n\nOwen opened his eyes and glared at him. “Just fucking be a fucking man and do it for fuck’s sake!” \n\nBen bared his teeth in sudden frustration and slammed his hips forward. He leant towards the otter’s face and growled angrily. “You’re fat. Your gut and your ass and your thighs are huge. Even your fucking face is fat, Owen”.\n\nOwen trembled and wailed with what sounded like delight, at least as best as Ben could tell. “Mmmore… More!” he pleaded, thrashing against the bed angrily. “Is that the best you’ve got?”\n\nBen narrowed his eyes. Owen had no fucking idea who he was messing with. But he’d show him. He tested his boyfriend first. “You’re fucking stupid, Owen”.\n\nOwen shuddered and grinned, eyes clenched shut, bouncing against the hare’s thrusts. He seemed to like it.\n\nAlright then. Encouraged, Ben drew his hips back, threw them forward again, forced a wail out of his fat slut of a boyfriend, and punctuated it with, “You’re fucked in the head”.\n\n“Yeahhhhh…”\n\n“That’s why your daddy abused you and your mummy yelled at you”.\n\nOwen gasped and opened his eyes. “Oh… ffuck!”\n\nBen gripped the fat otter’s fat thighs roughly and leveraged his weight to push Owen back further, pinning him in place. He was on top of him, leaning over him, in control, as he growled with meanness in his voice. “Daddy didn’t treat you like shit because he drank. He treated you like shit because that’s what you deserve”. \n\nOnly a couple of seconds of vocal silence lingered in the air before Owen replied. “Yeah…” His voice was a strange combination of a sigh and a laugh. It sounded almost like relief. “I’m fucking useless”, he added. \n\n“You are”, Ben grunted.\n\n“Keep going”, Owen breathed.\n\nWith the otter’s ass raised in the air, he was in a better position for fucking. Ben stopped holding back. He started bearing down on him hard, cramming his gigantic dick inside the otter over and over, fucking the air out of his body as their sweaty bodies slapped against each other and the smacking sounds of sex echoed in the room. “You’re fucked. Rrgh! You’re broken. You’re useless”.\n\n“Yeah. Yeah! More! More! Don’t be a fucking pussy!”\n\nBen scowled. He used to think things like this for real. He used to resent his now-boyfriend, used to hate him for being in the way of Andy, used to think he was stupid for thinking Ben actually liked him, used to hate his big adult body for not being a small child’s body like Ben really wanted. He [i]had [/i]been holding back because he knew what sorts of things were going to come out if he opened those recently-closed gates.\n\nBut he wasn’t going to let this soft pretty faggot call him a pussy. \n\n“You want me to tell you what I really think of you?”\n\n“Please…”\n\nBen pinned his boyfriend against the sweaty mattress and slammed into him. “Look at you. You went off to university like a big boy, all smart, thinking you’re so clever”. He grunted a few words each time he pulled his hips back and and a few more each time he crammed his girthy cock into the otter. “And what did you do with that? What did you do with your life, huh, Owen? You came home and what’d you do with all that study and potential, huh?”\n\nHe watched Owen’s face for a reaction. The otter’s expression sank, but it was hard to tell whether it was because he liked or hated hearing it. Or both. “Yeah”, Owen sighed. “Yeah, I fucked it up”.\n\n“Now you live in a fucking house with parents that abused you. You mooch off your own abusers. And you come over here and complain about your little brother like a fucking baby!” Ben smirked cruelly as he smacked his hips against Owen’s fat cheeks again and made the otter wail as he struggled to take the hare’s giant dick. “You gave up on making something of your life because you’re just not good enough, are you? You wasted it all. And all you do now is smoke and eat yourself to death, and all you can hope to be is a fat-assed fuckpig!”\n\nHe saw Owen’s teeth bared by the moonlight streaming through the window. Grinning. “Oh God. Oh God, don’t stop!” the otter whimpered, trembling.\n\nBen had no intention of stopping. His dick was throbbing with delight and it [i]liked [/i]saying these things. He fucked faster, just barely managing to keep his breath as he spat insults at the otter under his control. “You’re useless, you stupid faggot!”\n\n“I am!” Owen groaned. His chunky tail wrapped around Ben’s thigh and squeezed needily.\n\n“Fat-ass cock-sucking slut, slurping dick behind your kid brother’s back because you hate him!” Ben growled, disdain on his face. “And because you’re stupid and pathetic and petty, that’s how you get back at him, huh?”\n\n“Urrrgggghhhh… Ben… keep goiiinggg!”\n\n“The fuck is wrong with you? You can’t get over the fact your parents love Andy more than they love you [i]when they’re fucking right to[/i]”.\n\nOwen could barely breathe and his voice was full of rising strain. “I… I… I… I can’t… I… mmmnngguuughh!”\n\n“Good thing they fucking abused you, Owen! You deserved it! Fuck you. Fuck you”.\n\n“Ohhhh ffffuck, I’m gonna cum!”\n\n“Fuck you!”\n\n“Fuck me! Uggggghghhhh! Fuck me!” he cried. By the light of the moon outside, Ben saw glistening tears streaming down the otter’s clenched face.\n\nHe slapped him hard across that pretty crying face. Ben’s hand buzzed after the impact and Owen squealed. “Take my jizz up your fat ass, faggot!”\n\n“[i]Ffffuuuucckkk[/i]!”\n\nBen buried his dick up the otter’s insides as far as it would go as it erupted with cum, pulsing as it drained his nuts all over again. He pressed all his weight against the otter, folding Owen over himself in a way that he was certain was uncomfortable for the fat slut and was pushing the air out of his lungs. With his boyfriend trapped under his strength and weight, he withdrew his hips and fucked them back into him deeply again, and again and again, his cock spurting another rope up his guts each time. He stared at Owen’s face with an expression full of hate, but Owen’s eyes were teary and shut from the strain Ben was causing him.\n\nOn the last deep thrust, when Ben stuffed his dick inside the otter as deep as it would go and stayed there, Owen’s ass tightened around the entire length of Ben’s shaft. The otter’s uncut dick bloated his foreskin for a moment and then squirted in the air, splattering his jiggling gut and tits with jizz. The big male wailed with ecstasy and anguish, groaning as he struggled to cope with Ben’s huge dick, gasping for air, and sobbing miserably as whatever-the-fuck was going on in his mind poured out of him in waves. \n\nThey both panted heavily until they caught their breaths, Ben barely able to keep himself propped up and leaning against his boyfriend to stay upright. When the sounds of their gasps subsided, and trickles of energy returned to his muscles, Ben rolled off his boyfriend with an exhausted groan. His softening dick slid out of Owen’s ass, and the otter whimpered.\n\nOwen’s whimpers continued for a minute. Overweight and unfit, he took longer to catch his breath than Ben did. The hare was staring at the ceiling, still recovering, when his ears twitched. He heard a quiet sniffle from the otter beside him.\n\nHe rolled over to look at the feminine boy. Owen, too, was staring at the ceiling. The soft fur on his face glimmered wetly under his cheeks. \n\nIt wasn’t the first time he had made Owen cry.\n\nThis time… he wanted to do better.\n\n“Hey”, he said.\n\nOwen breathed a wordless reply, and Ben wasn’t sure what to make of it.\n\n“Look at me”, the hare added gently.\n\nThe otter silently rolled his head towards the hare. His eyes were full of tears.\n\nThe words felt unfamiliar to him but they felt right tonight. “I’m sorry”, Ben said.\n\nOwen narrowed his wet eyes. “Why?”\n\nBen awkwardly gritted his teeth and placed a hand on the otter’s chest. His palm touched damp patches of sweat around the otter’s chubby boy-tits. “You know…”\n\n“That was intense”, Owen said.\n\nBen broke into a sudden chuckle at the understatement. “Yeah”.\n\n“I’m sorry”, the otter added.\n\n“[i]You’re [/i]sorry?”\n\n“Yeah”.\n\n“Why?” Ben asked.\n\nOwen averted his eyes. “I shouldn’t have made you do that”.\n\nBen frowned in confusion for a moment. “I’m the one who said all the bad shit”.\n\n“Because I asked you to”, Owen said with shame. “And now you probably feel bad. And that’s my fault”.\n\n“It’s… ugh. No. No, it’s not. It’s alright, Owen. I’m fine”.\n\n“Are you sure?”\n\n“Yes”.\n\n“Alright”. Funnily enough, that seemed to be the major source of discomfort for Owen, as his expression eased, and he looked relieved.\n\n“Are… [i]you [/i]okay?” Ben asked.\n\n“I’m fine”.\n\n“Are you sure? I said… a lot of, uh, awful stuff”.\n\nOwen laughed quietly. After a moment, he admitted, “It felt good”.\n\n“Good?”\n\n“Yeah. I can’t explain it. But it’s nothing I don’t already think about all the time”.\n\nBen dipped his head, unsure what to say. He wasn’t good with this sort of thing. But last time, when he said nothing, it made everything worse, so he needed to try. “You think that stuff about yourself?”\n\n“Well… yeah”.\n\n“And me saying it didn’t make you feel worse?”\n\nOwen shrugged. “The opposite. Is it weird that it felt good to… get it out?” His soft brown eyes fixated on nothing in particular, deep in thought. “I suppose all that stuff bothers me a lot of the time so I try to not think about it. And that probably makes it worse. But when you said it aloud and it didn’t actually matter… it didn’t feel so scary anymore”.\n\n“I… guess that makes sense”.\n\n“Hm”.\n\nBen rubbed the otter gently. “You know I don’t believe all of that, right?”\n\nOwen smiled playfully and murmured, “Not [i]all [/i]of it, huh?”\n\n“I mean… some of it [i]is [/i]true. It’s not like you’re not fat”.\n\n“Uh huh”.\n\n“But I like that about you”.\n\n“That I’m fat?”\n\n“Well, that ass is something else”.\n\nOwen snorted and broke into laughter, and it felt to Ben like any tension still lingering in the room finally dispersed. \n\nThe hare smiled to himself. “I like other things about you too”.\n\n“Like me being your fat-assed fuckpig, addicted to your big penis?” the otter teased.\n\n“Yes. That”.\n\n“Heh”.\n\n“But also… I… I…” Ben was caught off-guard by the sudden weight of what he was trying to say, and how much it meant to him. It was surprisingly difficult to say. He looked into Owen’s eyes and swallowed to steady himself. “I like that you’re a little bit… broken”.\n\n“Huh?”\n\n“Well, you know… you’re not… you’re not perfect. You know?”\n\n“Uh, kinda”.\n\nBen swallowed. “It’s hard to explain”. \n\nIt would have been easier to explain if he had the balls to say the truth. \n\nHe had seen Owen unfiltered today – broken and imperfect, petty and resentful, wounded and hurting, fractured by abuse, jealous of an eight year old. Owen would have worried about Ben’s response, but Ben had loved him all the more for it.\n\nWhat if…\n\nNo, he couldn’t.\n\nCould he?\n\nHis heart skipped a beat.\n\nMaybe the reverse could be true. Owen thought Ben was perfect too, but he really, really wasn’t. Maybe the otter would feel the same way about him if he revealed his own darkness. Maybe Ben would get to sigh that sigh of relief. \n\nMaybe… maybe he could actually be [i]himself[/i]. \n\nHe didn’t know what it would look like, but, just the thought of getting his urges off his chest and having someone who still loved him despite it… \n\nHe exploded into a grin at the mere thought, and had to hide his face by rolling into his pillow to avoid confusion from his boyfriend. \n\nHe didn’t need his urges for Andy indulged. He didn’t need Owen to encourage him or help him or anything like that. He just wanted… [i]love [/i]– real love for who he really was, despite what was inside of him. He couldn’t even imagine how nice that would be, to be accepted for who he was, after loathing himself for all these years, struggling with it, alone, hating himself on those sleepless nights, surfing the edge of suicidal impulses. What if he didn’t have to do it alone?\n\nNow that the idea was in his head, he couldn’t turn away from it. But he was terrified. He had hidden this his entire adolescence onwards. \n\nHe needed to test the water first, he decided. Then he could take it from there.\n\nHe faced his boyfriend again, and tickled Owen’s cheek affectionately to get his attention. The otter snorted with amusement and looked back at him. He looked so pretty in Ben’s eyes. \n\n“I accept you for who you are, you know?”\n\n“Uh, thanks, Ben”.\n\n“Whatever you are, whatever secrets you have, it doesn’t change how I feel about you”.\n\nOwen looked away for a second and then looked back with a smile on his face. “You’re sweet”.\n\n“I mean it”, Ben said.\n\n“Well… thanks”.\n\nThe hare inhaled deeply, his chest tight, his heart thumping, his mouth dry. He paused to steady himself for a moment to talk without his voice shaking too much. “I mean, let’s say you were hiding something really big from me. Something really big like… like, I don’t know. I guess, I mean…”\n\nHe forced a laugh. His heart raced. It thudded in his ears until he could barely hear himself talk. [i]Thump thump thump. [/i]\n\nBen continued, “You keep initiating sex when uh, Andy is around. And you do that and it’s almost like you’re a… a… a pedophile o-or something”. When [i]that word[/i] came out it was suddenly extremely hard to breathe and even harder to speak. “And i-if you were… then… you uh… you know, I… um… I’d still lo-love you.”\n\nHe watched Owen, stuffing his anxiety down so the otter didn’t see how nervous he was, even as his nerves wrestled violently against him.\n\nHis heart thumped so hard it felt like it was going to shatter his ribcage.\n\nIt was so strong he could hear it inside his skull. [i]THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.[/i]\n\nOwen narrowed his eyes and tightened his face for a moment as he thought over the words Ben had spoken. He lowered his brow and quickly looked the hare’s expression up and down before firmly staring at him in the eyes.\n\nAnd then Owen’s face changed and showed how he really felt.\n\nHis pierced upper lip twinged with a look of disgust. \n\nNo, no, it was more than disgust. It was [i]repulsion[/i]. \n\n“What?” Owen said.\n\n“I–” Ben didn’t have a chance to continue. \n\nThe otter cut him off with a shockingly angry voice. “No, Ben. Fucking hell! How could you say something like that?”\n\nThe darkness came crushing down upon Ben’s chest, and he would have collapsed if he weren’t already lying down. “I wasn’t–”\n\n“I do that stuff around him because… [i]oh, God[/i], just because it vents frustration!” His tone simmered with sickness. “But that’s it, for fuck’s sake. Eugh!”\n\nThe hare swallowed, his chest constricting painfully. He clutched one hand in the other to soothe himself, rubbing his knuckles firmly with a thumb. “Wh-what? I was… I was only kidding”.\n\n“That’s my fucking brother you’re talking about. You think I look at him and feel [i]anything [/i]sexual? He’s [i]eight [/i]fucking years old”.\n\nBen forced another laugh. Owen, though, was speechless for several seconds. Eventually, in a quiet and strained voice, Ben said, “I was just trying to m-make a joke”.\n\n“[i]Well[/i], that’s a fucking sick joke, Ben”.\n\n“Alright”.\n\n“That shit… it has nothing to do with him being a kid. Nothing. I thought you fucking knew that. I’m not some disgusting creep. I’d have to be real fucked in the head to… [i]ugh[/i]! I don’t even want to think about it. It makes me sick”.\n\n[i]You’re fucking disgusting[/i], Ben heard. [i]You’re sick. You’re a creep. [/i]\n\nHe also heard [i]Kill yourself[/i], but that voice in his head was his own. \n\nThe hare’s lips quivered and he averted his gaze, nodding. “Alright, I get it”. He forced himself to inhale a quaking breath into his tight lungs after not breathing for too long, and then he breathed out through tight lips to stop himself from sputtering with nerves. “Sorry… I was trying to make you feel good, that’s all. I messed it up”.\n\n“Uh huh”. Owen rolled off the bed, the mattress bouncing with relief without the otter’s heavy weight on it. “I need a smoke”.\n\nThe otter fished through his jacket pocket lying on the floor for a packet of cigarettes and retrieved one alongside a lighter. He lifted Ben’s bedroom window to lean outside in the cool breeze before lighting it. He said nothing else as he stood there, staring out at the night.\n\nBen lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling, the walls around him feeling darker than before. He felt cold and vulnerable, like something as vital as blood was pouring out of him through invisible wounds.\n\nThe room spun around him, dark around the edges of his vision. He covered his eyes with his palms and pressed against them as he dug blunt claws into the skin of his scalp. He forced himself to inhale again as his body had seemingly forgotten how to breathe, but oxygen felt like a goddamn curse as it filled his body with what it needed to continue living. That was not what he wanted to do right now.\n\nThe… the oxygen didn’t help. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. \n\nHe sat up on the bed hastily, blinking rapidly, slamming his hands against the blanket around him as he leant forward, sweating, breathing but not getting the air he needed.\n\nHis eyes fell upon his boyfriend, looking away from him as he leant out the window. Ben clutched his chest where it felt like he had been stabbed. It was too much. He didn’t know how to bear it, didn’t know how to cope, didn’t know how to deal with this.\n\nBut as he looked at Owen, a gate swung open again. A way out. A way to cope. Somewhere else to displace these feelings and thoughts he couldn’t endure.\n\nHis lip twinged with disgust. \n\nRepulsion. \n\nHe thought different thoughts to those from a moment ago as he stared intensely at the otter.\n\n[i]You’re clueless. \n\nYou have no idea.\n\nYou stupid fat cunt. \n\nYou’re lucky I fuck you.\n\nYou’re lucky I raped you.\n\nHow could I ever love you? \n\nFuck you, ugly fat faggot.\n\nFuck you.\n\nFuck you!\n\nFUCK YOU![/i]\n\n* * *\n\nIt was late into the night when Ben left his stupid fat useless boyfriend behind and crept out of his bedroom, sneaking down the hallway. His footsteps were sluggish and his eyelids were heavy as he hadn’t gotten a moment’s peace of sleep all night.\n\nHe stopped at the door to the room next door, and paused, caressing the door knob almost affectionately. He rested his heavy head against the wood of the door, and stood there for a moment, sighing. He stood there for minutes, breathing heavily.\n\nHe very carefully twisted the knob, and then slunk inside, closing the door behind him. He knew where to step to avoid the floorboards creaking. He was well-practiced at sneaking into this room. He stopped beside the bed and looked down.\n\nBy the cool light of the moon, there [i]he [/i]was.\n\nSo beautiful. So innocent. So pure. \n\nSo safe.\n\nHe carefully slid onto the bed and rested his heavy, pounding head atop the other pillow.\n\nHe looked at him.\n\nAnd all the tension in his body started to fade.\n\nThe thoughts beating on his sanity grew silent.\n\nAnd his poor bruised heart swelled.\n\nAnd his dick pulsed.\n\n“Oh Andy…” he sighed quietly.\n\nHe reached forward to tease back the covers and expose that beautiful underage body. \n\n“You’d never betray me, would you? You love me. Yeah. You love me properly. You’re not like Owen”.\n\nBen’s wide, baggy, tired eyes drank down the sight of Andy’s prepubescent underwear bulge, and that soft fuzzy tummy, and wide grabbable hips, and sweet sleeping face.\n\n“I love you too, Andy. I love you so much”, he breathed through his teeth, his hot breath washing across the boy as he brought his head closer to the child’s. “I love you more than I’ll ever love anyone else”.\n\nThat beautiful young face.\n\n“I love you so much it hurts”. \n\nHe wanted to kiss that young face.\n\n“It hurts so much I… I don’t think I can take it sometimes. It really, really, really, really hurts”.\n\nHe wanted to make that young face look scared.\n\n“It terrifies me how much I love you”.\n\nHe wanted to hit that young face.\n\n“But that’s what love is”.\n\nHe wanted to fuck that young face.\n\n“Isn’t it?”\n\nHe reached down and grasped his raging erection.\n\nStaring at that young face, he masturbated until he sprayed small spurts of watery semen across the bed.\n\nAnd then he rested his head against the pillow again.\n\nHe looked at Andy once more with clearer vision.\n\nAnd tears formed in his eyes. He cried, hands over his mouth, stifling the full-body sobs exploding out of his chest until he couldn’t breathe.\n\nThe darkness he could sense around him lingered even after the crying subsided. \n\nBut he found solace from it in the boy before him. He was a warmth pushing the darkness back. Ben huddled close against it.\n\nHe rolled forward, daring a kiss to soothe his sore heart. He pressed his cool lips against Andy’s soft ones and licked the child’s mouth tentatively, moaning quietly, savouring the taste of the young otter on his tongue.\n\nAn inch from Andy’s face, he made a promise from deep within the depths of his heart.\n\n“I need you. I could never lose you. Never. I promise you. I promise I won’t ever lose you. I’m yours, and you’re mine”.\n\n[i]That [/i]was love. Yes. It had to be. It was all he was ever going to get. And that was fine. It was all he wanted. It would keep him going. \n\nAnd their love would be the only thing keeping him going, the only thing keeping him alive.\n\nSo he would preserve it at all costs. \n\nBen smiled shakily while his sleepless left eye twitched.\n\n“I’ll never let anything take you away from me”.\n\nHe caressed Andy’s cheek with a cum-slick hand. \n\n“I promise”.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "


Ben’s Love




Ben didn’t mind kids’ cartoons, truth be told.

He had started watching them again just last year. Of course, he only watched the ones Andy liked as a means of confecting a greater connection with the little boy he so desired so deeply. Yet over time he had managed to find some sense of comfort in these simple worlds, their simple messages, and their most-often-than-not cute young characters. These cartoons and their stories always made sense, and that was strangely nice when his own life and own mind were so chaotic and confusing. He liked them.

Owen though…

As another twenty-minute episode started with a chipper theme tune, the chubby otter sitting beside Ben on the the hare’s couch tugged on his long blond hair and groaned aloud, “Can we puhhh-leaaasse watch something else?”

In front of them, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Andy replied over his shoulder, “But Ben said we could watch three episodes!”

“It’s sooooo stupid, Andy”, Owen cried with a tone of rising frustration. “That episode was all about a kid who lost his friggin’ apple”.

The apple was a metaphor, Ben thought, having managed to get somewhat invested in this cartoon.

“I like it”, the younger otter said.

“Their faces are so ugly”, the older brother grumbled.

“Don’t be mean”, Andy said quietly.

“How am I being mean? Did you make the show?”

“N-no, but–”

“Then how is that mean?” Owen said, scowling at the little boy.

“I… I don’t know…” Andy mumbled. Ben watched him shift around on his amazingly plump ass with a sad look on his face, glancing first at his brother, and then looking more woefully at Ben. His pretty green eyes were so sad, glimmering so beautifully…

As he looked at the boy, the hare’s cock throbbed. He cringed in response to his own body. Oh, God, why was Andy so cute when he was sad? And why did Ben wish to make the cub look sad?

He had given in to those urges at times, gaslighting him, guilt-tripping him, flashing him… even humping him to orgasm on his bed once, and he always hated himself twice as much as any pleasure he got from it afterwards.

Oh, but the boy just looked so cute and so sexy when he was sad, scared, and confused. And those regretful slips of self-control had made him cum so, so hard.

Ughhhhhh.

He rubbed his eyes with spread fingers, silently cursing his dark mind, then gritted his teeth uncomfortably as he looked between the siblings, pondering what to say. His eyes rested on his boyfriend.

What was he meant to say to him? The old Owen wouldn’t have complained, but this one was capable of being stubborn. For some reason, at some point, the otter had changed beyond the mere increase in weight. It was more than that. It was something inside him.

Ben had scoffed when Andy confided his big brother was mean to him in private. Owen and mean were two words that did not go together in his mind, except when he thought about the ways in which he wanted to treat the otter and that increasingly big ass at times. The Owen he had always known seemed so innocent, sweet, soft, and pure.

Yet, lately, Owen had been less cheerful and less optimistic. When he smiled, his eyes would remain dull. He alternated between echoes of his former self and one who made quiet jokes about dying, who hid out the back and smoked and barely looked at Ben if he approached, and who was prone to staring into the distance at nothing and breathing so shallowly his body seemed to freeze. Amongst the other things that surfaced, meanness towards Andy was indeed one of them. He could barely tolerate even the most innocuous things Andy did. Maybe that was a normal sibling thing. Ben wouldn’t know – he was an only child.

But the other things, those darker things…

Was Owen always that way, and had just kept those parts of him under wraps until he became more comfortable around his boyfriend?

Or did Ben change him after the night he took Owen’s virginity in… the manner that he did? Was it both?

Either way, the truth was that Ben liked this different version of Owen better than the other one. He used to feel no connection to the otter, but ever since the day Owen had masturbated him behind Andy’s back, Ben had been fascinated by him.

There were two incomplete fragments of different people inside of the lagomorph that took control of his actions at times. One wanted to be normal and good. The other wanted things that were good for nobody. And when he saw that Owen was not as perfect as he seemed, that something dark was visible through the cracks, that he was capable of meanness too…

Well, it made the broken bunny feel happy. It made him feel like there was tinder of a genuine bond there that he could set alight.

He wanted to be mean too.

Maybe they could be mean together.

“Ben, c’mon, this shit is unbearable”, Owen pleaded, looking at him under low unimpressed eyelids.

The bunny sighed and spoke hesitantly. “I said three episodes, so we’re playing three episodes. I promised”.

“Uggghhh”. Owen flopped back on the couch, his chin sinking into his round fat-tits. Then in a quieter voice, but one that was probably still somewhat audible to his little brother, he complained. “My parents are home today. Why does Andy need to be here? You don’t need to put up with babysitting him”.

The true answer would have been Because my dick loves being around his soft little barely-dressed body, but Ben lied, “It’s Saturday, and he always stays over on Saturday”.

“And every other second day”, Owen mumbled.

“I just like helping out your parents”.

“You’re too sweet and kind for your own good”, the otter said with a slight smile.

The sudden thought of No, I just wanna molest your little brother intruded upon Ben’s mind in a flash. The hare smiled back, lips twitching. “Just go do something else for a little bit”, he said. “Then you can pick something to watch”.

The otter sighed heavily and then flopped forward, pushing himself to a stand with a quiet groan of effort. “If he wasn’t here…” his eyes fixated upon Ben’s and widened naughtily, “there are much more fun things we could be doing instead of watching dumb cartoons”.

Ben’s dick twitched again.

He didn’t just like this different Owen – he was actually attracted to him, and that was of tremendous comfort to him. He had long feared as a pedophile he would be incapable of attraction to another adult. He was endlessly anxious that something resembling a normal life and a normal relationship would always be out of reach. His perversions excited him, but he knew they would never sustain him, and he didn’t want to be the twisted way he was. He wanted normalcy, and Owen was a relief from those fears that he never expected.

He no longer simply tolerated Owen as a means of being close to the younger sibling, no longer needed to clutch Andy’s stolen clothing and look at pictures of the boy while they had sex, and no longer needed to squint to pretend he was fucking Andy instead of Owen in order to cum. He did indulge himself with those things sometimes, of course, but it was no longer absolutely necessary for him to get off. Owen had tapped into a level of naughtiness and wrongness that Ben needed in order to feel something towards him. There was some sort of deviancy there and it excited him. It wasn’t to the same level as Ben’s perversions, but it was enough to have opened a channel for attraction.

Owen did also have a very big soft round marshmallowy ass which helped too. When the sight of that huge rear filled Ben’s eyes it would travel down his optic nerves and ooze dopamine into his brain.

The big otter was just about to walk away when he stopped in place. He looked down at Ben with a strange smile, and the hare frowned in confusion as he looked back up at the otter’s unusual expression. “Actually…” the older sibling said, “can you help me with something in the kitchen, baby?”

After a few seconds of pondering, Ben stood up and followed in the otter’s wake, curious, leaving the kid behind on the carpet to watch high-pitched cartoon characters babble at each other on the television.

The hare’s house had an open plan kitchen, with a countertop and stove overlooking the living room, separated by a short partition. It was nice in that it meant the hare could watch television while cooking, though he still ordered take-away food more than he should.

Ben’s confusion intensified as Owen grasped one of his hands and led him to the middle of the kitchen. Andy was just barely in sight over the top of the partition from here. Ben was just inhaling to ask him what he was doing when Owen cut him off, pressing his wide body against the hare’s tall one and backing him up against the counter. His body quivered as Owen’s warm hands crawled up under his shirt and pushed it upwards, squeezing needily at his taut stomach muscles as it wriggled up the hare.

“What are you doing?” Ben whispered. He froze in place as the otter pushed the lagomorph’s shirt up to his armpits.

“I want your body”, Owen murmured, looking up at him with narrow and determined eyes. He tugged on the fabric until the stunned bunny finally relented, raising his arms up high enough for Owen to remove his clothing.

“But Andy–”

Owen’s reply was firm and instant. “Fuck Andy. Strip”.

Ben’s dick swelled while the rest of his body froze. As Owen fondled his body, the hare’s dick grew until it strained against the fabric of his pants. When the chubby male pressed against him to kiss his chest, that growing dong squished against his soft belly, and Owen erupted in a wicked and naughty grin. One hand caressed Ben’s pecs while the other started to creep into the waistband of Ben’s pants, seeking his penis.

Hot air escaped the hare’s lips as he shuddered in response to every touch, feeling tension rising all throughout his body. “What’s gotten into you?” he breathed.

“Something wrong?” Owen said with a tone of fake innocence.

“Andy’s right there…”

The otter shrugged. “How long are those episodes?” he said casually.

“T-twenty minutes”.

The brown eyes staring up at him glimmered with delight, and Ben’s body straightened in a start when Owen grabbed a handful of his junk through his pants. “Well, you know what he’s like when the TV’s on”, the otter panted, his voice growing lower and more urgent as he kneaded the flesh of Ben’s penis. “I think I can beat twenty minutes”.

“O-oh-ohhh boy…” Ben groaned.

The hare’s pants were yanked down in a hurry, and despite wobbly legs, he managed to kick them off his ankles while propping his shaky body up with his arms against the bench behind him. Owen shed his jacket and shirt as well until he was only wearing a pair of shorts around his big ass, and those shorts strained to capture the tremendous mass of his rear. The tip of Owen’s smaller bulge was just barely visible underneath his round belly, but his erection fought against the fabric.

Ben studied his boyfriend’s face, looking at the naughty tongue licking between Owen’s pierced lips, and his chubby chest heaving with lustful heavy breaths, trying to make sense of the otter’s actions. But, other things demanded the hare’s attention. Arousal and need surged through him and the lagomorph groaned pitifully through his nostrils as he reached down to grab two handfuls of fat ass cheeks and pull the otter closer to him, grinding his erection against the soft flesh of Owen’s tummy. The otter met him in a hug for a moment, wrapping his arms around Ben’s muscular torso and clutching his back as their lips came together in a panting wet-lipped kiss.

Closing his eyes, Ben melted into Owen’s touch, his heat, and his vanilla scent. But it ended too soon with them on a timer due to the cartoon playing on the TV behind Ben. Owen slid out of the bunny’s grasp and dropped to his knees, coming face-to-dick with the lagomorph’s giant erection. Ben could feel his cock spurting precum against the fabric of his underwear, hotter than the rest of his body.

Owen took in the sight of his tremendous bulge for a couple of second before meeting the oozing underwear-covered tip with his pierced lips, kissing it tenderly at first, and giggling naughtily as it pulsed and throbbed away from his mouth. He wrangled it by grasping it clumsily through the hare’s briefs in his hands, and then he closed his wet warm mouth around the tip, surrounding it with hot saliva and sucking on the mingling liquids and swallowing, licking at the head of his cock to tease more precum into his mouth.

Ben’s eyes rolled back in his head so hard his head flopped backwards and he stared up at the light in the ceiling, gasping, feeling his limbs tremble and threaten to give way under the weight of his lust. His nuts longed for him to grab hold of Owen’s skull and shove his dick down the otter’s throat, regardless of it still being in underwear, to get relief from the sensual teasing Owen was giving it, but he would probably fall over if he let go of the bench. He gritted his teeth and whimpered pathetically as his boyfriend slurped at his dick until he finally got the relief he craved.

Owen tugged the bunny’s underwear down, the hare’s giant penis folding downwards under the band of the fabric before enough of its impressive length was free and it was able to surge upwards again, flinging drops of precum through the air during its arc. Owen’s hungry maw met it quickly, licking at his balls and moving up the heated shaft, pressing against the fleshy underside with a firm tongue, coaxing more dick liquid from the tip with every massaging movement of his mouth.

Ben twisted as much as he could, needing to look behind him. He saw cute cartoon characters singing about something on the television, and most importantly, he could see Andy’s head watching it.

“Ffffuck”, he breathed, staring at the boy. The kid. The cub. The child. The eight year old. He was right there, mere metres from him, fucking clueless, sharing the same fucking room and the same fucking oxygen as his fucking dick, and probably cluelessly breathing in the same molecules of the scent of his pedophile penis as it was pleasured by his older brother.

“You like that, baby?” he heard Owen chuckle quietly from below.

Ben rolled his head forward again and fixated on the otter with sluggish eyes, breathing, “Oh fuck yes”.

“You’re naughty”, Owen teased. “This is risky”.

“Yeah, it is”, Ben groaned.

Owen just smirked, opened his mouth wide, and took Ben’s swollen cock into his mouth. Gripping the edge of the counter tightly, Ben stared down at his lover, giving small desperate awkward thrusts into the otter’s mouth while trying not to roar with a mixture of frustration and desire.

His eyes moved upwards a little, staring at the giant mounds of ass between Owen’s thick tail. Owen seemed to notice, as he awkwardly managed to wiggle his rear left to right in Ben’s vision without a break in sucking his dick.

“Pull your shorts down your ass”, Ben grunted.

Obediently, Owen reached back, hooking his thumb into the waistband and pushing the fabric back over his cheeks with some amount of effort. Eventually, he exposed the jiggly flesh of his fat ass, the band of his shorts squeezing around his cheeks slightly and plumping his butt up even more. “Lllhhgh mmmm?” he mumbled around Ben’s shaft.

“Yeah…” the bunny groaned, his posture slumping under the weight of lust. “Mmmgh… buh… big ass”.

Owen’s body bounced as he laughed, his voice just barely audible as it passed through his nostrils, his mouth gagged by cock.

A minute or two later, when the television speakers grew silent, and the lighting of the room in his peripheral vision shifted blue, a hare in charge of his own brain would have logically known what had happened. But this Ben, mentally flailing as he drowned under a wave of his own lust and self-satisfaction, didn’t put it together until he heard the child’s voice speak behind him.

“Ben?”

His body straightened, tense and tight, in an instant. He looked over his shoulder so quickly he hurt a muscle in his neck, and his eyes fell upon Andy, standing behind him on the other side of the bench.

He expected that Owen would stop. There was no doubt in his mind that Owen would stop. The cub could walk around to the kitchen side any second. Andy was up. Andy was right there. Andy was talking to Ben.

Owen didn’t stop.

Ben could have pushed him away and stopped him himself.

But… he didn’t want to.

No, this was perfect. Fucking perfect.

“Ahhh… hahh… yeah?” Ben said through his teeth.

“The TV stopped”, Andy said mournfully.

At his feet, Owen picked up speed in chase of an orgasm for his big bunny. He likely thought he needed to work harder in order to make Ben cum despite his dumb little brother being there. The truth was the sinister opposite. Just looking at Andy’s sweet little face made Ben’s balls tighten, made his breath quicken, and made his dick squirt precum to liquify its landing for a thick load of jizz. He’d ejaculated so many times looking at that sweet little face, in pictures, videos, and in person, that his dick was used to it – conditioned to spraying hare babies when he looked at those pretty young eyes. The sweet little child’s face made Ben’s dick want to cum.

“Oh….” the hare grunted, desperately trying to sound normal while he could feel an orgasm approaching quickly, “ohh… ahh…”

“Can you make it work again?”

He searched for better, cleverer words, but couldn’t come up with anything. His brain was submerged under sexual thoughts and couldn’t come up for air, not even for a moment. All he could think about was cumming. All he could do was look at that face. That young face. So young. So pretty. So sexy. He wanted to fuck that face. Wanted to get caught. “Y-yeah… Just a minute… kiddo… Nmgh…” Fuck yeah. Kid face on my big penis. Fuck that kid face. His little face and my big fucking dick. Yeah.

A confused Andy glanced at the television which said No Connection and then back at his big friend, waiting for the hare to do something. “...Ben?”

Ben could feel the older otter’s head bobbing up and down on his dick rapidly, squeezing Ben’s swollen penis head with the inside of his throat, expanding to its limit to accommodate his thick dick. He could feel the hot tight wetness and slight bumps of teeth and piercings lower down his shaft, and could hear quiet slurps and gags and muffled groans. It was so sexual and so wrong in the presence of a child and so, so hot. Owen’s hands clutched Ben’s sweaty clenched ass cheeks and squeezed, spurring him onwards, while the rabbit whimpered. “Hhhhrghh…”

“What are you doin?” Andy prodded, his voice higher pitched now.

Ben wanted an excuse, and wracked his mind for one, but the pleasure clouded his vision. There was nothing in his brain – just a need to cum amidst flashing fantasies that involved Andy and that pretty, tiny, young mouth, and Ben’s huge, fat, adult penis. “Just... s-stay there for... forrr… a minute... nnnmh…”

“But–”

It was coming. “Just give me... ugh… Just give... ahhgh…” Andy looked so confused as he stood there, kneading his little hands nervously, a slight look of anxiety taking over his young face. Fuck, he looked so sexy. So sexy. “J-just…”

“What?” Andy asked.

Other parts of Ben took over that excluded his ability to talk any longer. As he looked at the child his mind just screamed perverted words at him, each one making his dick throb and spurt. So fucking sexy. Fat ass. Kid face. Soft body. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ffffuck! Fucking boy! Fucking child! Fucking eight! “Just... mmnnh…”

He exhaled a sound of mixed pleasure and agony through his gritted teeth, revelling in the spotlight of Andy’s vision as the clueless child stood there watching him, confused and anxious for reasons his young mind couldn’t comprehend.

Fuck, he loved otters. He loved this family. He loved these brothers and their stupid clueless parents. He loved being in control, being served by one, and manipulating the other!

Look at me while I cum. Look at your big pedophile friend you stupid fuckable brat, and let me look at youuuuu while I cummmmmmm!

“Rrrgggggghhhhh!”

His balls slapped against Owen’s chin as they tightened upwards inside his hot ball sack and his dick slit expanded as it gushed out fat streams of thick bunny semen. Owen immediately choked, gagging, and stopped moving as he refocused on swallowing Ben’s load without revealing their naughty secret. Ben, though, tightened every muscle in his loins to force jizz through his shaft, momentarily wanting nothing more than to cum so much it made Owen sputter and cough and let the otter cop the blame when it caused the sweet little boy a metre behind him to wander around and find out what the funny weird noises were. Ben couldn’t move and couldn’t talk, with every muscle of his body focused on jizzing, and every ounce of his energy attention focused on not passing out as he came so hard it felt like it was draining his soul. His dick pulsed hard, rapidly, as it sprayed wildly down Owen’s tight throat. The otter’s swallowing actions squeezed around Ben’s tender oversensitive penis head, intensifying and lengthening his orgasm until it felt like all the electrical ecstasy coursing through his shaking body was going to melt his brain.

Eventually it subsided, and Ben crumbled forward, gasping for air.

Owen sat back on his obese ass, swallowing multiple times, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a mischievous smile.

“Andy…” Ben panted, standing upright with effort and turning around, facing the cub and holding himself upwards with his palms flat against the bench. “Go upstairs to the guest bedroom”.

“Why? I wanted to watch the–”

“Uffh… Just go. Now!” he said in a stern voice. He bent down for just a second to fetch his underwear and pull it back up. His mostly-hard, long, slippery erection wasn’t about to slip back into it unnoticed anytime soon though. “Ungh. Wait for me. Uhhhhgh… I’ll be there in a… in a minute, alright?”

“Okay”, the cub said timidly. The boy clearly knew something was wrong, but post-orgasm more-sensible Ben could only hope he didn’t know it was anything sexual. He plodded off as he had been told, and soon enough his gentle footsteps faded as they moved up the staircase in the hallway.

“That was close”, Ben groaned pitifully, grasping his hot blushing cheeks with both hands, still trembling.

“Yuhh…” he heard Owen groan in a low breathy voice.

The hare opened his eyes to see the otter still kneeling there, staring at him with wide, intense, adoring eyes, full of lust and twitching with pleasure. Owen had a hand around his dick and was pumping it rapidly as his breaths quickened, bunny jizz dribbling from his cheeks and chin.

Ben snorted and smirked, feeling a strange fuzzy feeling swell inside his heart. He stepped forward and raised a leg, pressing the long length of his foot paw against the otter’s junk firmly to cut him off from cumming. “No”.

Owen’s face contorted with misery. “But–”

“You’ll get yours tonight, slut”.

* * *

Ben’s guilt manifested into Andy picking dinner and getting all the treats he wanted afterwards, plus many more episodes of that cartoon being played for Andy despite Owen’s complaints. Blue-balled, the older otter was even more irritable than before, but Ben’s bratty boyfriend got what was coming to him and more after the cub had gone to bed.

In Ben’s bedroom, next door to the guest bedroom where Andy was sleeping, Ben hadn’t intended to make noise. He had assured himself he was going to be sneaky with this when he was first making out with his boyfriend, undressing him, and humping his fat dick between the deep crevice of Owen’s round cheeks in the beginning. But as he got hornier, his defences weakened, and that other version of himself had an easier time taking control. After all, these things always had a way of escalating when his dick was involved, despite good intentions. Owen seemed to suffer the same pitfall.

“Oh fuck!” Owen moaned. “Oh fffuck! You’re so big! Ugggh! How are you so fucking biggg?”

Folding Owen’s chubby legs back as he thrust between the otter’s plump cheeps and deeper up his tight ass, the hare gritted his teeth and grunted, “You’re lucky my dick’s so big, I can get it up your huge fat ass”.

Owen laughed with a sound of delight for a moment before wailing, “Unnnnghhh… yessss!” He clutched the headboard with both hands, steadying himself against the hare’s deep and rapid thrusts as their sex picked up speed. The otter’s uncut dick was untouched but stiff and twitching. It endlessly streamed slippery precum that pooled in the deep bellybutton of his gut, which jiggled every time Ben’s hips clapped against his cheeks.

Ben no longer tried to be slow or gentle or quiet. Now the thought of being heard made his penis feel really, really, really good. “You’re so fucking naughty”.

“I amm… unnngghghh!” Owen whimpered, his chest tight and his voice strained as Ben shoved his cock deep up him. “I’m so bad! Tuh-tell me how bad I am!”

“Bad fucking slut… You’re desperate for my dick!” Ben grunted, wiping drops of sweat off his forehead before clutching the otter’s thighs again. “Can’t help yourself, can you? You need this fat cock!”

“M-more!” Owen groaned desperately.

“We could have been caught by your little bro, Owen”.

“N-no… screw him”, the otter whimpered, sounding frustrated now. “Tell me I’m fat again!”

Ben slowed for a moment. That caught him off-guard as a strange thing to say. “What?”

“Just do it. Please”, the otter begged.

The hare frowned. “Owen…”

Owen opened his eyes and glared at him. “Just fucking be a fucking man and do it for fuck’s sake!”

Ben bared his teeth in sudden frustration and slammed his hips forward. He leant towards the otter’s face and growled angrily. “You’re fat. Your gut and your ass and your thighs are huge. Even your fucking face is fat, Owen”.

Owen trembled and wailed with what sounded like delight, at least as best as Ben could tell. “Mmmore… More!” he pleaded, thrashing against the bed angrily. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

Ben narrowed his eyes. Owen had no fucking idea who he was messing with. But he’d show him. He tested his boyfriend first. “You’re fucking stupid, Owen”.

Owen shuddered and grinned, eyes clenched shut, bouncing against the hare’s thrusts. He seemed to like it.

Alright then. Encouraged, Ben drew his hips back, threw them forward again, forced a wail out of his fat slut of a boyfriend, and punctuated it with, “You’re fucked in the head”.

“Yeahhhhh…”

“That’s why your daddy abused you and your mummy yelled at you”.

Owen gasped and opened his eyes. “Oh… ffuck!”

Ben gripped the fat otter’s fat thighs roughly and leveraged his weight to push Owen back further, pinning him in place. He was on top of him, leaning over him, in control, as he growled with meanness in his voice. “Daddy didn’t treat you like shit because he drank. He treated you like shit because that’s what you deserve”.

Only a couple of seconds of vocal silence lingered in the air before Owen replied. “Yeah…” His voice was a strange combination of a sigh and a laugh. It sounded almost like relief. “I’m fucking useless”, he added.

“You are”, Ben grunted.

“Keep going”, Owen breathed.

With the otter’s ass raised in the air, he was in a better position for fucking. Ben stopped holding back. He started bearing down on him hard, cramming his gigantic dick inside the otter over and over, fucking the air out of his body as their sweaty bodies slapped against each other and the smacking sounds of sex echoed in the room. “You’re fucked. Rrgh! You’re broken. You’re useless”.

“Yeah. Yeah! More! More! Don’t be a fucking pussy!”

Ben scowled. He used to think things like this for real. He used to resent his now-boyfriend, used to hate him for being in the way of Andy, used to think he was stupid for thinking Ben actually liked him, used to hate his big adult body for not being a small child’s body like Ben really wanted. He had been holding back because he knew what sorts of things were going to come out if he opened those recently-closed gates.

But he wasn’t going to let this soft pretty faggot call him a pussy.

“You want me to tell you what I really think of you?”

“Please…”

Ben pinned his boyfriend against the sweaty mattress and slammed into him. “Look at you. You went off to university like a big boy, all smart, thinking you’re so clever”. He grunted a few words each time he pulled his hips back and and a few more each time he crammed his girthy cock into the otter. “And what did you do with that? What did you do with your life, huh, Owen? You came home and what’d you do with all that study and potential, huh?”

He watched Owen’s face for a reaction. The otter’s expression sank, but it was hard to tell whether it was because he liked or hated hearing it. Or both. “Yeah”, Owen sighed. “Yeah, I fucked it up”.

“Now you live in a fucking house with parents that abused you. You mooch off your own abusers. And you come over here and complain about your little brother like a fucking baby!” Ben smirked cruelly as he smacked his hips against Owen’s fat cheeks again and made the otter wail as he struggled to take the hare’s giant dick. “You gave up on making something of your life because you’re just not good enough, are you? You wasted it all. And all you do now is smoke and eat yourself to death, and all you can hope to be is a fat-assed fuckpig!”

He saw Owen’s teeth bared by the moonlight streaming through the window. Grinning. “Oh God. Oh God, don’t stop!” the otter whimpered, trembling.

Ben had no intention of stopping. His dick was throbbing with delight and it liked saying these things. He fucked faster, just barely managing to keep his breath as he spat insults at the otter under his control. “You’re useless, you stupid faggot!”

“I am!” Owen groaned. His chunky tail wrapped around Ben’s thigh and squeezed needily.

“Fat-ass cock-sucking slut, slurping dick behind your kid brother’s back because you hate him!” Ben growled, disdain on his face. “And because you’re stupid and pathetic and petty, that’s how you get back at him, huh?”

“Urrrgggghhhh… Ben… keep goiiinggg!”

“The fuck is wrong with you? You can’t get over the fact your parents love Andy more than they love you when they’re fucking right to”.

Owen could barely breathe and his voice was full of rising strain. “I… I… I… I can’t… I… mmmnngguuughh!”

“Good thing they fucking abused you, Owen! You deserved it! Fuck you. Fuck you”.

“Ohhhh ffffuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck me! Uggggghghhhh! Fuck me!” he cried. By the light of the moon outside, Ben saw glistening tears streaming down the otter’s clenched face.

He slapped him hard across that pretty crying face. Ben’s hand buzzed after the impact and Owen squealed. “Take my jizz up your fat ass, faggot!”

“Ffffuuuucckkk!”

Ben buried his dick up the otter’s insides as far as it would go as it erupted with cum, pulsing as it drained his nuts all over again. He pressed all his weight against the otter, folding Owen over himself in a way that he was certain was uncomfortable for the fat slut and was pushing the air out of his lungs. With his boyfriend trapped under his strength and weight, he withdrew his hips and fucked them back into him deeply again, and again and again, his cock spurting another rope up his guts each time. He stared at Owen’s face with an expression full of hate, but Owen’s eyes were teary and shut from the strain Ben was causing him.

On the last deep thrust, when Ben stuffed his dick inside the otter as deep as it would go and stayed there, Owen’s ass tightened around the entire length of Ben’s shaft. The otter’s uncut dick bloated his foreskin for a moment and then squirted in the air, splattering his jiggling gut and tits with jizz. The big male wailed with ecstasy and anguish, groaning as he struggled to cope with Ben’s huge dick, gasping for air, and sobbing miserably as whatever-the-fuck was going on in his mind poured out of him in waves.

They both panted heavily until they caught their breaths, Ben barely able to keep himself propped up and leaning against his boyfriend to stay upright. When the sounds of their gasps subsided, and trickles of energy returned to his muscles, Ben rolled off his boyfriend with an exhausted groan. His softening dick slid out of Owen’s ass, and the otter whimpered.

Owen’s whimpers continued for a minute. Overweight and unfit, he took longer to catch his breath than Ben did. The hare was staring at the ceiling, still recovering, when his ears twitched. He heard a quiet sniffle from the otter beside him.

He rolled over to look at the feminine boy. Owen, too, was staring at the ceiling. The soft fur on his face glimmered wetly under his cheeks.

It wasn’t the first time he had made Owen cry.

This time… he wanted to do better.

“Hey”, he said.

Owen breathed a wordless reply, and Ben wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Look at me”, the hare added gently.

The otter silently rolled his head towards the hare. His eyes were full of tears.

The words felt unfamiliar to him but they felt right tonight. “I’m sorry”, Ben said.

Owen narrowed his wet eyes. “Why?”

Ben awkwardly gritted his teeth and placed a hand on the otter’s chest. His palm touched damp patches of sweat around the otter’s chubby boy-tits. “You know…”

“That was intense”, Owen said.

Ben broke into a sudden chuckle at the understatement. “Yeah”.

“I’m sorry”, the otter added.

“You’re sorry?”

“Yeah”.

“Why?” Ben asked.

Owen averted his eyes. “I shouldn’t have made you do that”.

Ben frowned in confusion for a moment. “I’m the one who said all the bad shit”.

“Because I asked you to”, Owen said with shame. “And now you probably feel bad. And that’s my fault”.

“It’s… ugh. No. No, it’s not. It’s alright, Owen. I’m fine”.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”.

“Alright”. Funnily enough, that seemed to be the major source of discomfort for Owen, as his expression eased, and he looked relieved.

“Are… you okay?” Ben asked.

“I’m fine”.

“Are you sure? I said… a lot of, uh, awful stuff”.

Owen laughed quietly. After a moment, he admitted, “It felt good”.

“Good?”

“Yeah. I can’t explain it. But it’s nothing I don’t already think about all the time”.

Ben dipped his head, unsure what to say. He wasn’t good with this sort of thing. But last time, when he said nothing, it made everything worse, so he needed to try. “You think that stuff about yourself?”

“Well… yeah”.

“And me saying it didn’t make you feel worse?”

Owen shrugged. “The opposite. Is it weird that it felt good to… get it out?” His soft brown eyes fixated on nothing in particular, deep in thought. “I suppose all that stuff bothers me a lot of the time so I try to not think about it. And that probably makes it worse. But when you said it aloud and it didn’t actually matter… it didn’t feel so scary anymore”.

“I… guess that makes sense”.

“Hm”.

Ben rubbed the otter gently. “You know I don’t believe all of that, right?”

Owen smiled playfully and murmured, “Not all of it, huh?”

“I mean… some of it is true. It’s not like you’re not fat”.

“Uh huh”.

“But I like that about you”.

“That I’m fat?”

“Well, that ass is something else”.

Owen snorted and broke into laughter, and it felt to Ben like any tension still lingering in the room finally dispersed.

The hare smiled to himself. “I like other things about you too”.

“Like me being your fat-assed fuckpig, addicted to your big penis?” the otter teased.

“Yes. That”.

“Heh”.

“But also… I… I…” Ben was caught off-guard by the sudden weight of what he was trying to say, and how much it meant to him. It was surprisingly difficult to say. He looked into Owen’s eyes and swallowed to steady himself. “I like that you’re a little bit… broken”.

“Huh?”

“Well, you know… you’re not… you’re not perfect. You know?”

“Uh, kinda”.

Ben swallowed. “It’s hard to explain”.

It would have been easier to explain if he had the balls to say the truth.

He had seen Owen unfiltered today – broken and imperfect, petty and resentful, wounded and hurting, fractured by abuse, jealous of an eight year old. Owen would have worried about Ben’s response, but Ben had loved him all the more for it.

What if…

No, he couldn’t.

Could he?

His heart skipped a beat.

Maybe the reverse could be true. Owen thought Ben was perfect too, but he really, really wasn’t. Maybe the otter would feel the same way about him if he revealed his own darkness. Maybe Ben would get to sigh that sigh of relief.

Maybe… maybe he could actually be himself.

He didn’t know what it would look like, but, just the thought of getting his urges off his chest and having someone who still loved him despite it…

He exploded into a grin at the mere thought, and had to hide his face by rolling into his pillow to avoid confusion from his boyfriend.

He didn’t need his urges for Andy indulged. He didn’t need Owen to encourage him or help him or anything like that. He just wanted… love – real love for who he really was, despite what was inside of him. He couldn’t even imagine how nice that would be, to be accepted for who he was, after loathing himself for all these years, struggling with it, alone, hating himself on those sleepless nights, surfing the edge of suicidal impulses. What if he didn’t have to do it alone?

Now that the idea was in his head, he couldn’t turn away from it. But he was terrified. He had hidden this his entire adolescence onwards.

He needed to test the water first, he decided. Then he could take it from there.

He faced his boyfriend again, and tickled Owen’s cheek affectionately to get his attention. The otter snorted with amusement and looked back at him. He looked so pretty in Ben’s eyes.

“I accept you for who you are, you know?”

“Uh, thanks, Ben”.

“Whatever you are, whatever secrets you have, it doesn’t change how I feel about you”.

Owen looked away for a second and then looked back with a smile on his face. “You’re sweet”.

“I mean it”, Ben said.

“Well… thanks”.

The hare inhaled deeply, his chest tight, his heart thumping, his mouth dry. He paused to steady himself for a moment to talk without his voice shaking too much. “I mean, let’s say you were hiding something really big from me. Something really big like… like, I don’t know. I guess, I mean…”

He forced a laugh. His heart raced. It thudded in his ears until he could barely hear himself talk. Thump thump thump.

Ben continued, “You keep initiating sex when uh, Andy is around. And you do that and it’s almost like you’re a… a… a pedophile o-or something”. When that word came out it was suddenly extremely hard to breathe and even harder to speak.  “And i-if you were… then… you uh… you know, I… um… I’d still lo-love you.”

He watched Owen, stuffing his anxiety down so the otter didn’t see how nervous he was, even as his nerves wrestled violently against him.

His heart thumped so hard it felt like it was going to shatter his ribcage.

It was so strong he could hear it inside his skull. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.

Owen narrowed his eyes and tightened his face for a moment as he thought over the words Ben had spoken. He lowered his brow and quickly looked the hare’s expression up and down before firmly staring at him in the eyes.

And then Owen’s face changed and showed how he really felt.

His pierced upper lip twinged with a look of disgust.

No, no, it was more than disgust. It was repulsion.

“What?” Owen said.

“I–” Ben didn’t have a chance to continue.

The otter cut him off with a shockingly angry voice. “No, Ben. Fucking hell! How could you say something like that?”

The darkness came crushing down upon Ben’s chest, and he would have collapsed if he weren’t already lying down. “I wasn’t–”

“I do that stuff around him because… oh, God, just because it vents frustration!” His tone simmered with sickness. “But that’s it, for fuck’s sake. Eugh!”

The hare swallowed, his chest constricting painfully. He clutched one hand in the other to soothe himself, rubbing his knuckles firmly with a thumb. “Wh-what? I was… I was only kidding”.

“That’s my fucking brother you’re talking about. You think I look at him and feel anything sexual? He’s eight fucking years old”.

Ben forced another laugh. Owen, though, was speechless for several seconds. Eventually, in a quiet and strained voice, Ben said, “I was just trying to m-make a joke”.

“Well, that’s a fucking sick joke, Ben”.

“Alright”.

“That shit… it has nothing to do with him being a kid. Nothing. I thought you fucking knew that. I’m not some disgusting creep. I’d have to be real fucked in the head to… ugh! I don’t even want to think about it. It makes me sick”.

You’re fucking disgusting, Ben heard. You’re sick. You’re a creep.

He also heard Kill yourself, but that voice in his head was his own.

The hare’s lips quivered and he averted his gaze, nodding. “Alright, I get it”. He forced himself to inhale a quaking breath into his tight lungs after not breathing for too long, and then he breathed out through tight lips to stop himself from sputtering with nerves. “Sorry… I was trying to make you feel good, that’s all. I messed it up”.

“Uh huh”. Owen rolled off the bed, the mattress bouncing with relief without the otter’s heavy weight on it. “I need a smoke”.

The otter fished through his jacket pocket lying on the floor for a packet of cigarettes and retrieved one alongside a lighter. He lifted Ben’s bedroom window to lean outside in the cool breeze before lighting it. He said nothing else as he stood there, staring out at the night.

Ben lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling, the walls around him feeling darker than before. He felt cold and vulnerable, like something as vital as blood was pouring out of him through invisible wounds.

The room spun around him, dark around the edges of his vision. He covered his eyes with his palms and pressed against them as he dug blunt claws into the skin of his scalp. He forced himself to inhale again as his body had seemingly forgotten how to breathe, but oxygen felt like a goddamn curse as it filled his body with what it needed to continue living. That was not what he wanted to do right now.

The… the oxygen didn’t help. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe.

He sat up on the bed hastily, blinking rapidly, slamming his hands against the blanket around him as he leant forward, sweating, breathing but not getting the air he needed.

His eyes fell upon his boyfriend, looking away from him as he leant out the window. Ben clutched his chest where it felt like he had been stabbed. It was too much. He didn’t know how to bear it, didn’t know how to cope, didn’t know how to deal with this.

But as he looked at Owen, a gate swung open again. A way out. A way to cope. Somewhere else to displace these feelings and thoughts he couldn’t endure.

His lip twinged with disgust.

Repulsion.

He thought different thoughts to those from a moment ago as he stared intensely at the otter.

You’re clueless.

You have no idea.

You stupid fat cunt.

You’re lucky I fuck you.

You’re lucky I raped you.

How could I ever love you?

Fuck you, ugly fat faggot.

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

FUCK YOU!

* * *

It was late into the night when Ben left his stupid fat useless boyfriend behind and crept out of his bedroom, sneaking down the hallway. His footsteps were sluggish and his eyelids were heavy as he hadn’t gotten a moment’s peace of sleep all night.

He stopped at the door to the room next door, and paused, caressing the door knob almost affectionately. He rested his heavy head against the wood of the door, and stood there for a moment, sighing. He stood there for minutes, breathing heavily.

He very carefully twisted the knob, and then slunk inside, closing the door behind him. He knew where to step to avoid the floorboards creaking. He was well-practiced at sneaking into this room. He stopped beside the bed and looked down.

By the cool light of the moon, there he was.

So beautiful. So innocent. So pure.

So safe.

He carefully slid onto the bed and rested his heavy, pounding head atop the other pillow.

He looked at him.

And all the tension in his body started to fade.

The thoughts beating on his sanity grew silent.

And his poor bruised heart swelled.

And his dick pulsed.

“Oh Andy…” he sighed quietly.

He reached forward to tease back the covers and expose that beautiful underage body.

“You’d never betray me, would you? You love me. Yeah. You love me properly. You’re not like Owen”.

Ben’s wide, baggy, tired eyes drank down the sight of Andy’s prepubescent underwear bulge, and that soft fuzzy tummy, and wide grabbable hips, and sweet sleeping face.

“I love you too, Andy. I love you so much”, he breathed through his teeth, his hot breath washing across the boy as he brought his head closer to the child’s. “I love you more than I’ll ever love anyone else”.

That beautiful young face.

“I love you so much it hurts”.

He wanted to kiss that young face.

“It hurts so much I… I don’t think I can take it sometimes. It really, really, really, really hurts”.

He wanted to make that young face look scared.

“It terrifies me how much I love you”.

He wanted to hit that young face.

“But that’s what love is”.

He wanted to fuck that young face.

“Isn’t it?”

He reached down and grasped his raging erection.

Staring at that young face, he masturbated until he sprayed small spurts of watery semen across the bed.

And then he rested his head against the pillow again.

He looked at Andy once more with clearer vision.

And tears formed in his eyes. He cried, hands over his mouth, stifling the full-body sobs exploding out of his chest until he couldn’t breathe.

The darkness he could sense around him lingered even after the crying subsided.

But he found solace from it in the boy before him. He was a warmth pushing the darkness back. Ben huddled close against it.

He rolled forward, daring a kiss to soothe his sore heart. He pressed his cool lips against Andy’s soft ones and licked the child’s mouth tentatively, moaning quietly, savouring the taste of the young otter on his tongue.

An inch from Andy’s face, he made a promise from deep within the depths of his heart.

“I need you. I could never lose you. Never. I promise you. I promise I won’t ever lose you. I’m yours, and you’re mine”.

That was love. Yes. It had to be. It was all he was ever going to get. And that was fine. It was all he wanted. It would keep him going.

And their love would be the only thing keeping him going, the only thing keeping him alive.

So he would preserve it at all costs.

Ben smiled shakily while his sleepless left eye twitched.

“I’ll never let anything take you away from me”.

He caressed Andy’s cheek with a cum-slick hand.

“I promise”.
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