A Day at the Arcade

Max loved video games, especially if he could play them at the arcade.  Maybe it was the whole idea of being able to get a high score and have everyone else acknowledge that he was the best, or maybe it was just the darkness mixed with the flashes and sounds from the machine.  Whatever it was, Max was in love with it and took most any chance he could to go and spend his quarters.

Until now, his access had been somewhat limited because he was relying on a pittance of an allowance that his father would give him, but now he had managed to snag a job delivering papers on his block, and the pay was enough for him to trade in his bills for fresh rolls of quarters that were just dying to be used in any of the machines that his local arcade had to offer.

It was a particularly hot day when Max set out for the arcade on his BMX bicycle.  He had put some baseball cards in the spokes so that the wheels made a buzzing noise as he rode down his street and on to the road that would lead to downtown.  The Pac Man cap that he put on backwards before he left the house kept his long ears from catching the wind as he rode as quickly as he could.  With a screech he stopped right in front of Tillman’s Arcade.  Max’s dad said that the place had existed longer than they had been living in the down, and the faded red and blue paint job on the outside made it pretty clear that this had been a long standing building.

Max took only a moment to lock his bike up before heading into the arcade.  Upon opening the door he was met with a blast of cold air from the air conditioners that were constantly on not only for the sake of the customers but to keep the machines from ever getting too warm.  Additionally, there was the cacophony of various games that were all running at the same time.  Max dropped a hand down to his pocket where he felt for the rolls of quarters he brought with him, just to make sure he hadn’t turned into some absent-minded doofus.  Sure enough, there they were, two rolls of nicely packed quarters; twenty dollars of pure, unadulterated, video game bliss.

But where to start?  He had a lot of choices, some of them old, some new.  He wandered past Galaga and Pac Man (a personal favorite of his).  There were plenty of other people in there playing, some of them arcade games, some of them on the old air hockey table that never seemed to work right.  The darkness of the arcade made it hard to tell if he even knew anyone there, but he honestly didn’t care at this point because all he wanted to do was pick a game and play.

After a little more deliberation Max parked himself in front of a machine.  It read Millipede on the screen and had a lot of various little pixels moving all over the place.  The thing that drew him there was the ball controller instead of the stick.  He hadn’t played many games with that style controller, and sometimes it pinched his hand, but he enjoyed them a lot more.  He shoved his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out one of the rolls of quarters.  They were still tightly packed in their paper casings that the bank put them in, but he simply unwrapped all of them and crammed most of them back into his pocket.  He slid one of the shiny quarters into the slot marked 25 cents and watched the player one icon blink.  He then got himself comfortable and pushed the start button.  For the next fifteen minutes Max played the game, with intensity and determination, he had to get the high score and no fast moving millipede pieces were going to get in his way.  Many a quarter was eaten but he somehow managed to finally do it and with the last life of his current run extinguished he was able to input MAX in the name spots and take the top of the list.  Consequently, he had also taken second, fifth and twelfth, but none of those really counted for much.

Once Max had completed his feat, he felt his pocket again for quarters and felt the pleasant shifting of more than he thought he was going to have after attaining a first place on any of the machines.  This of course meant that he’d be able to pick yet another one to try and gain the same honor.  He set his eyes on his favorite, Pac Man, and made a b-line for it.  He probably would have played it when he had first entered, but there was some “amateur” playing it and he had to wait.  Natureally Max actually already had the top score on the machine, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t beat it again.  So with quarter in hand he waltzed up to the machine and began to play it.

Only a short while into his quest for the new high score Max sense that someone was watching him.  His particular feelings were justified when he heard a voice that said:

“Hey, you’re pretty good at this game.”

Max couldn’t bother to turn around and take a look at who was talking to him, his goal was the score, and any distraction might be fatal in his quest.

“Yeah, I really like Pac Man.” Max replied quickly.
“I can see that,” replied the yet to be identified watcher “Mr. Tillman asked me to take a look at how you were doing, because he knows you’re such a big fan.”
“Do you work here or something?” Max was getting agitated.
“Well, you could say that.  I’m Mr. Tillman’s son, I help my old man repair machines in the back.  I also get to try out all the new machines before we put them out.”

That second line caused Max to give some pause.  If there was anything that he desired more than simply getting first place on the current machines, it was getting first place on the new games, being able to master them before anyone else had the chance.

“New machines?”
“Yeah, in fact we just got one in this morning.  It’s called ‘Ms. Pac Man’”

The sound of Pac Man dying was the only sound that could be heard for a moment before Max turned around to see a tall wolf standing behind him.  He was in a pair of slacks and a collared shirt that had the Tillman Arcade logo on it.

“Did you say Ms. Pac Man?”
“I sure did.  So...do you want to see it?”

Max sucked in his breath in surprise. “You mean you’d let me take a look?”
“Look at it?  Heck, my old man wants you to be the first to try it out.  It’s just in the back because we can’t put it out on the main floor yet.  Wanna go see?”
“Heck yeah!”
“C’mon then, just follow me.”

Max forgot all about his Pac Man pursuit and instead kept only a few steps behind the tail of the wolf.

“By the way, my name is Thomas, but most folks just call me Tom.”
“Cool.  I’m Max.”
“Well Max, I think you’re going to like this.”

Tom lead Max through the twists and turns of the arcade.  Past droves of other folks playing games and even past the pool tables where Max caught a bit of cigarette smoke that made him cough.  He moved quickly away from the nasty smoke and stopped short when Tom had parked himself in front of a pair of double doors that Max had never really noticed before.

“This is where we keep all the new machines before they come out, and also where we repair the broken ones.  Only certain employees are allowed back here normally, you’re one of the first customers that Pops wanted back here.”

Max’s chest swelled with a bit of pride before he had move again as Tom had pushed through the double doors holding them just long enough for Max to make it in before they swung shut.

“Hey Pops! I brought that kid back like you asked.” Tom yelled.

A burly wolf in a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and overalls lumbered from behind one of the machines.

“Oh have you Tom?”
“Says his name is Max.”
“Max?  That’s a fine name for a young bunny like yourself,” the large wolf stuck his hand out “the names Rufus; Rufus Tillman, been running this place for fifty odd years and haven’t seen someone play Pac Man like you.”
Max shyly accepted the handshake of the Mr. Tillman. “Thanks, I really like the game.”
“It’s customers like you that keep my place running.  Now I’m sure Tom has filled you in on why I brought you back here, and I’ll bet you’d just love to try out Ms. Pac Man.”
“I sure do Mr. Tillman.”
“Please, just call me Rufus, or Pops.”
“Alright, Pops.” Max giggled because it was kind of strange calling anyone that besides his own dad.
“Tom, you can go back out and make sure that things are running alright, but feel free to come back once you’re sure that nothings wrong.”
“Alright Pops.”

With a spring in his step Tom quickly walked back out of the double doors leaving just Max and Rufus together.  Max felt the big arm of Mr. Tillman wrap around him, his grip was strong but at the same time gentle.  Mr. Tillman smelled of old machinery and cigarettes which Max wasn’t entirely used to, but it wasn’t all that unpleasant of a smell.

“Now let’s go see that game.”

Max smiled and allowed himself to be guided around the workshop until they got to the machine that the large wolf had emerged from before.  In big letters on the top was “Ms. Pac Man.”  She looked like Pac Man, only she had lipstick and a bow and was trying to look pretty.  The machine was already powered up and Max could see the classic Pac Man levels with a few small changes.  His hand immediately went down to his pocket to check on the quarters he had left.

“Oh don’t worry about paying for this.” Mr. Tillman whispered in Max’s ear. “This one is on the house.”

With that, the burly wolf opened the front panel of the machine and pushed the credit count up to 99.

“Wow, are you sure this is alright mist- er, I mean, Pops?”
“Sure I’m sure.” He smiled, “now go on and give it a try.”
“Awesome!”

Max didn’t have to hear any more, he walked right up and pushed the start button.  The game played about the same, save for a few new things here and there, but he couldn’t get enough of it.  As he was playing through his third credit he felt Mr. Tillman’s hand on his shoulder.

“You having a good time?”
“I sure am!”
“Good, good.  I bet I could show you a few tricks on this game that you don’t know.”
“Really?”
“You don’t run an arcade for this long without learning a few things.” The burly wolf winked at Max. “Now you just stay there and let me control things too.”

Max felt the large wolf’s hands engulf his own as they played the game simultaneously.
“See what you can do there?”

Max was surprised, it was something he hadn’t tried before and he thought he had learned the game forwards and backwards by this point.

“Now why don’t you try it on your own?”

Max’s hands were relinquished as he started playing again on his own, that is until he felt Mr. Tillman’s hands start touching him again, one around his chest and the other around his belly.

“I bet you’re a soft little bunny too.” Mr. Tillman whispered into Max’s long ears.
“Um, Mr. Tillman...”
“Pops, call me Pops.”
“P-Pops, please don’t do that.”
“Just keep playing little bunny, and nothing bad will happen.”

Max tried to squirm away but the large wolf pressed his body up against him and stopped him from being able to escape.  He then felt one of those big hands work its way under his shirt as is started to grope and pinch at his fur.  Max started to cry.

“Oh don’t cry little Max, this is just something new you’re going to learn from Pops.  All bunnies gotta learn at some point.”
“Please, stop.”
“Oh no, that ain’t gonna happen.”

Max felt the hands work their way downward one of them stopped right over his crotch and squeezed him right through his jeans.  While the other very carefully popped open the button that that kept his jeans up on his hips causing Max to whimper.

“Shhh, little bunny.”

Max felt the zipper of his fly being pulled down and soon his jeans were being lowered off of his hips and being pushed down into a pool around his feet.  The cool air of the arcade was striking his legs making him shiver.

“Pops will keep you warm little bunny.”

Max felt Mr. Tillman’s large paw grope him again through his Pac Man underwear.

“You really do like Pac Man a lot.” Mused the big wolf, “but I’m afraid these will have to go too.”

Max felt the elastic band of the underwear being pulled outward and he squealed and started to try and squirm again only to be met with a strong hand on his shoulder that stopped him cold.
“No more of that now, just be a good bunny for Pops.”

Max sobbed as he felt his underwear being pulled again and soon enough he felt the cold air right up against his privates as his underwear joined his jeans down around his feet.

“Very nice.  You have such wonderful white fur you know, I’m looking foward to all the fun we’re going to have.”

A big wolf hand started to fondle Max’s privates.  Which caused him to gasp since no one had ever touched him like that before.

“Now why don’t you show Pops how big you are?”

The hand kept rubbing Max’s penis and rolling his balls around and slowly but surely he began to feel something stirring.  He didn’t know what was going on but he felt his penis start to get stiff and he took a moment to look down and saw that it was stiff and not hanging down like it normally did.  The only time he had ever seen that happen before was when he had woken up unexpectedly one morning.  He thought it was just some kind of weird one-time occurrence so he never bothered to see if it could ever happen again.

“That’s so much better.  I knew you’d like this.  Now why don’t we move to the next part.”

Max heard a strange sound that could only be the wolf unlatching the buttons that kept his overalls on.  He felt something very hard and warm rub up against his back and his butt.

“This is gonna find its way in you, but this soft fur and cute tail of yours are doing a fine job getting things ready.  I just love soft bunnies.  However, I don’t think you’re quite ready to take this big thing so I’m gonna need to get your loosened up a bit.”

Max took a quick glance behind him, just long enough to see what he feared.  That the big wolf had his overalls off and his cock was looking huge and standing up just like what had happened when his own had been toyed with before, but even that didn’t prepare him for what happened next.  He felt something probing just under his tail and soon he felt something pressing on his butt, it was trying to push its way into him.

“N-no.”
“Shhh, shhh, remember bunny, this is for your own good.”

The pressure continued on Max’s backside and he felt what could only be a finger work its way in and push farther.  Max let out a sob as he felt it starting pushing further in, he also felt his cock twitch a little as it happened, something that he wouldn’t have expected.  He clenched his teeth and breathed heavily hoping for his torment to end and the finger to be removed, only to have to suck in his breath quickly as instead a second finger pressed its way in.  Soon the fingers were scissoring and stretching his hole out all the while his cock had started to drip a small amount of clear liquid that which was dribbling down and onto his underwear.

“There we go, nice and loose.”

Max felt the wolf’s hand reach in front again and fondle him.

“What’s this?  Look at all this precum, you’re really liking this.”

The big wolf put his hand up in front of Max’s face and showed him the clear stringy liquid that had been dripping out of his cock.

“Maybe we should just use a bit of this for the next part.”

Max felt the wolf’s hand grab his hard penis and pump it a few times forcing more of the clear liquid to come out of the tip.

“This should be good enough.”

The young bunny wasn’t prepared for the feeling of the goopy liquid as it was smeared around his now loosened hole and he squealed again at the feeling, he then felt a big hand go up to his mouth and cover it as one finger worked its way in.

“This isn’t gonna be easy, even with loosening you up, but I can’t have you disturbing the patrons.”

What Max felt next was something pushing at his anus again, but this time it wasn’t a finger, he knew that much.  It was bigger, thicker and much warmer.

“Let Pops in little guy.”

Max let out a muffled scream before clenching his teeth down on the leathery wolf finger that had invaded his mouth.  He felt the fleshy head of the wolf’s cock as it started pushing into him.  Try as he might to keep his butt clenched it did little to dissuade the invasion.

“Easy does it champ. Just a little at a time.”

The words were hardly soothing as the head of the cock finally pushed its way in and more and more of the cock began to spread Max wider.

“Just a little more now.”

Max clenched his eyes shut as a tear rand down his cheek his rump spread ever wider by the wolf’s cock.  He then felt a very gentle bump on his tush as a heavy set pair of balls tapped against it.

“There we go, all the way in.  I knew you’d be good.” 

Max was hugged close by the large wolf and for a while they stayed that way to a point that he was almost getting used to the feeling of the big member in his rear.  Max also felt a hand grab his now painfully erect cock and start playing with it again.

“You are still hard as a rock little bunny.  I bet I can help you with that too.”

Max shook his head no as best as he could, but he knew that wasn’t going to help.

“Oh come on bunny, let Pops get you off, probably for the first time.  I’m pretty comfortable like this so I can pay more attention to you.”

The big wolf hand started to pump on Max’s cock like before, as more of the clear precum dribbled out and he started to breathe faster, his chest heaving in and out.  Whenever Mr. Tillman shifted even a little Max would become aware of the thick cock that was still embedded deep within him.  It kept bumping up against something in him that caused his cock to gush even more of the sticky, clear precum.

“Come on bunny boy, let me see you blow your first load.”

Max had no idea what he meant; but then he felt it.  A strange feeling building up at the base of his balls.  It was almost like he was gonna have to pee, but it wasn’t quite the same.  Something felt like it was welling up inside of him.

“I-I gotta...”
“Oh I bet you do, just let it happen, let Pops see.”

Max’s cock twitched and he gasped as a milky white liquid shot from his cock spattering on the screen of the arcade machine.  The big wolf paw kept pumping as more ropes of the same stuff covered more of the machine and dripped down to meet with the precum that had now soaked spots in his underwear and jeans.

“Very good bunny, very good.”

The hand kept pumping the penis until it started to go soft.  When it finally let go a small trail of cum followed and a little still dripped from the end of the cock.  Max was exhausted, he had no idea what his body had just done.  It had felt revolting and wonderful all at the same time.  Part of him wanted to experience it again, but the rest of him was still wise to the fact that there was a large cock still shoved up his rear.
“Hoo-ee, You should be proud of that cum, you got it all over the place.  I’m gonna have to clean this machine before I put it out on the floor.  Because of that, I think I’ll take payment for that extra work you’ve caused me right now.”

Max felt the cock that was in him start to slide outward, it moved and rubbed against his insides causing his cock to spurt a little here and there, he breathed a sigh of relief at the idea that it was finally going to be taken out of him.  It did finally pull out, but rather than freedom he felt himself being lifted up and then flipped around.

Mr. Tillman was strong, very strong, and handled Max like a small ragdoll as he pushed him on his back up against the arcade machine.

“I wanted to see your face while I fuck you silly.”

Max gave a small look of despair before he felt the cock push back into him so quickly that he didn’t have any time to let out any more than a small sob.  Mr. Tillman then started a slow move, pushing in and pulling almost out before thrusting back in quickly, every time causing just a little bit of liquid to spurt out of Max’s cock and onto his belly.  It was slow at first, slow enough that he could feel it as it pushed everything out of the way until it was back to the hilt, and then the movement got faster.  Mr. Tillman starting getting into a rhythm, one that caused his balls to slap gently against Max’s rump with every thrust.  The thrusting got faster and Max’s head started to bump against the protective plastic of the machine, he could hear the sound of Ms. Pac Man as she ate the power pellets and tried to get away from the ghosts.

“Oh little bunny, I’m right about there, you tight arsed kid.”

Mr. Tillman thrust faster and then let out a grunt as he thrust deeply in and Max felt something warm filling his insides while the cock quivered inside of him.  The warm feeling spread with every small thrust that was made and it was some time before Mr. Tillman stopped and just leaned over Max looking exhausted, his softening cock slowly sliding out.

“That was the best I’ve had in a while sport.  I knew you were good at more than video games.”

Max felt Mr. Tillman’s weight removed from him, and the big wolf backed off enough that his cock slid entirely out.  Max could feel something running out of his rear and down a leg and looked down to see the same kind of stuff that had come out of his own cock earlier.  Max’s butt hurt, it hurt a lot and he put his hand back there only to get it covered in sticky wolf cum.

“You were good bunny,” said Mr. Tillman as he was pulling his suspenders back on.  “A word of warning though,” he moved in close to Max who still looked incredibly vulnerable in just his shirt, “don’t go telling anyone about this, or you and your family will be in big trouble.  I haven’t lived here for this long without having a lot of sway with some very powerful people.”

Max felt himself scooped up by the big wolf as he felt a hand start fondling his penis again.

“I expect to see you around here a lot more.  My son, Tom, could use a good time too, and I think you’re gonna get to stay here until he gets back in.  So why don’t you just stay like this so I can have some more fun while we wait.”
“P-please...” Max felt a finger on his mouth.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be good, and we’re going to have a lot of fun during this summer.”

Max felt Mr. Tillman squeeze his privates hard as a warning and then continued to play with his penis.  Soon Max heard the sound of the double doors opening and closing again, and Tom was there licking his lips and sporting an obvious boner in his pants.

Max heard sound of Ms. Pac Man dying - it was going to be a long day at the arcade.