I’m an angry man. I always have been and probably always will be. The smallest things set me off, and when they do, I’m like a bull in a China closet. I’ve gone to therapy, I’ve done community service, I’ve done all the court-mandated therapy sessions, I even joined the army, and nothing seems to help. It doesn’t help that I’m only 5’10”, a little shorter than average for bears like me. I’m also sitting at 315 pounds. I’ve always been short and fat, and I got picked on for it growing up. Hell, I even get picked on as an adult! The first time I was arrested was for beating the shit out of a she-cow who laughed at me at Walmart! I was just standing in line, and this bitch comes up from behind me, bumps into me pretty hard, and starts laughing! “Oh, my bad! I didn’t see you, haha! Is your MOMMY around?” I didn’t mean to put her in a coma, that was just a happy accident. 

Now don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate people. I hate the things that people do. A prime example of that would be last July when I heard one of my windows get smashed open around 7 AM on a Saturday. The sound woke me from a particularly violent dream, so I was already in a sour mood. I grabbed my baseball bat from beside the bed and crept into the house, wearing just my boxers, thinking someone had broken into my home. I was almost disappointed to see a baseball in my living room, glass all over the carpet, and no one around for me to beat the ever-loving shit out of. I picked the ball up and just held it in my hand. The economy wasn’t great, and the weatherproofed windows the HOA demanded we all have weren’t cheap. I was about to head back to bed to try and calm down, but a knock at my door prevented that. That knock would change my life. 

Standing at my door was a cute little deer, no older than eight, no taller than four feet, and sporting a very guilty look on his little face. He was barefoot, but had on a pair of old, stained cargo shorts and a green tank top. He had a cute little red had on his head, although it was a little big on him. I stood in the door, holding the ball in front of me like I was presenting evidence to him. He would look up at me for just a second before looking away, obviously feeling shameful. I waited for the little bastard to say something. When it was clear he wasn’t going to talk, I cleared my throat and tried my best not to be intimidating. 

“You have something to say, young man?” 

The boy nodded his head. He started to open his mouth, but nothing came out. His eyes started watering like he was going to cry, and his lower lip was trembling something fierce. I sighed and stepped to the side of the threshold. I could just imagine some bitch-ass Karen driving by and seeing me “bullying” one of the neighbor’s little brats. 

“Come inside.” 

The fawn took very short steps as he entered the house. The little boy was scared shitless. Something about that made my heart speed up and my cock start to inflate. I closed the door behind him and locked it. With a hand on his shoulder, I guided him into the living room and pointed to the broken glass on the floor.  

“What’s your name, boy?” 

“B-B-B-Bobby...” 

“Well, B-B-Bobby, what’re you gonna do about my damn window?!” 

Bobby started to sniffle, and then to cry. 

“I-I’m s-sorry! Please d-don't te-tell my mom!” 

The only time I’d ever made kids cry was when I was in school, and that was only because I’d beaten the shit out of them. Today I got the be the bully. Today I got the make this kid feel the shame, fear, and helplessness I’d felt all my life. Today I was in charge, and nothing was going to stop me. 

I grabbed Bobby’s ear and gave it a hard twist. The little brat screamed in pain and turned his head to follow my hand. My cock sprang to life in my boxers and my heart was pounding. I dragged the boy through the house to the door to the basement. With the boy in one hand and the baseball in the other, I descended the stairs to the cold, dark room. I’d mostly used the place for storage. Among the things stored there was an old dining table I’d inherited from my mother when she passed. I pushed the boy against the table and set his ball beside him. 

“Stay. You’re going to learn how to repair a window today.” 

I hated lying to kids, and before today I hated people who hurt them. I smiled at the absurdity of it as I went back up the stairs. I placed a pillow on the windowsill of the broken window to stop any critters from getting in, grabbed my baseball bat and the largest shard of glass that I could, and went back downstairs. I locked the basement door behind me, though I probably didn’t need to. Bobby was a good boy and was right where I’d left him. He was shaking in fear, but he hadn’t moved otherwise. I set the bat and the broken glass on the table next to the ball. I had a few old kitchen chairs down there and used one to sit at eye level with the boy. He still wouldn’t make eye contact with me for very long. He was the perfect prey. 

“Do you know why what you did is wrong?” 

Bobby nodded. 

“You know I’m gonna have to tell your parents, right?” 

More tears. I put a hand on the boy’s shoulder and he cried even harder. I also got harder. I stood up and put my hands on my hips. My cock threatened to push through the buttoned fly. 

“Bobby, how old are you?” 
“E-e-eig-eight!” The poor boy was crying so hard he couldn’t even speak right. I grabbed the boy up and sat him on the table. His little hands covered his face as he continued to sob. I grabbed his wrists and moved his hands away before tipping his chin up to look at me. 

“Bobby, your parents don’t have to know if you’ll do something very special for me.” Bobby’s crying calmed down. He sniffled several times as he tried to regain his composure. He looked up at me with a look of sad hopefulness. 

“R-r-r-real-ly?” 
“Really. Take your shirt off.” Bobby didn’t hesitate. His tank top was wadded up beside him in a flash, his hat at the bottom of it. I smiled and fished the cap out and put it back on his head, backward. The boy was so cute like this. His little nipples hardened up in the cold air, his tummy trembled, but he was calming down. 

“You’re a very handsome young man, Bobby. If you help me out, I think we could be friends. Would you like that?” Bobby nodded enthusiastically. I smiled at him and placed a warm hand on his chest. I pushed him back until he was laying flat on the table. I stood up over him and got between his legs. This angle was a dream, but I wanted more. I started to tickle the boy, and he started laughing. He quickly lost all traces of sadness as he tried to stop my tickle assault. I couldn’t help but smile at him as his little hands grabbed my wrists. He didn’t have a chance against me. The tickling only lasted a minute or so before I let up. Bobby continued to lay there, hands over his chest, and a big smile across his face. I squatted down low and sniffed his crotch. I kept sniffing up his body until I got to his neck. I rubbed my lips against him, kind of how some mothers do to play with their babies. Bobby giggled at the sensation and pushed me away. I stood back up straight and let my hard cock rest against his thighs. 

“Do you feel better, Bobby?” 
“Yes sir!” Bobby giggled as he spoke. It was cutely arousing. 

“I’m glad. We still need to fix that window though. Are you ready?” Bobby nodded his head, a little concern coming back to his innocent face.  

“Take your shorts off for me.” Bobby was a little hesitant this time. His shorts came off much slower than his shirt did, but soon enough they were on the floor below us. I kicked them further under the table so I wouldn’t trip on them. Bobby looked so shy laying on the table in his little Spider-Man undies. They were cute, a white field with red trim and little Spider-Mans swinging all around. I patted Bobby’s tummy and smiled at him. 
“You like Spider-Man? I do too.” Bobby smiled again, but less enthusiastically. He had a cute little blush on his cheeks. 

“I love Spider-Man! He’s the best! He beats up bad guys and he’s really fast! He swings around on his spider webs and saves people!” Bobby’s enthusiasm was cute, but it wouldn’t last long. I grabbed the hem of his underwear and had them down his legs before he could protest. 

“We need to put these somewhere so they don’t get dirty.” Bobby quickly hid his little pecker. I didn’t get a good look at it, but I would. I threw his underwear onto the stairs and then took my own off. When I stood back up, Bobby’s neck was craned up. He was staring at my erection with wide eyes. I grabbed the base of my cock and wriggled it at him. 
“Like what ya see, boy?” Bobby didn’t say anything, but he nodded ever so slightly. I moved back between his legs. My throbbing cock rested against his little thighs, getting pre all over them.  
“We’re going to work on paying for that window now. Do you want to have some fun?” Bobby nodded slightly again. I grinned and grabbed his little ankles. I raised them up to my chest and pulled his ass closer to my crotch. His little butt felt so good against my balls, and the back of his little hands felt so good on the underside of my cock. I grabbed his wrists and moved them aside, his little prick feeling so soft and fragile under mine. I pulled back just a bit and started rubbing my hooded member against his little hole. It was so hot against my tip. He had a look of nervousness about him, but his little member reacted to my cock on his ass. With wide eyes staring up at me, his little member grew to a throbbing two inches, barely thicker than a pencil. I smiled and gently gripped it with my fingers. Bobby gasped as I started to masturbate him. I had initially planned on just raping the kid, but now I had other ideas. 

“Does that feel good, Bobby?” Bobby nodded and panted as I kept rubbing him. His little prick was already throbbing like a heart and his tight hole was flexing against my tip. His breathing got faster and heavier, his gasps turning into moans and whimpers. Suddenly, he let out a shout as his little dickie spasmed in my fingers. His ass squeezed so tight and felt even hotter as he had a dry orgasm. I took this opportunity to cram myself inside. I put my free hand on his shoulder to keep him still and shoved with all my might. The head of my cock and about half an inch of the shaft were immediately buried inside the boy. My foreskin felt like it was going to get ripped down my shaft, but this boy was so tight and hot inside. His screaming only made me harder. I could feel myself on the verge of orgasm. I kept rubbing Bobby’s dicklet, overstimulating the crying boy in an attempt to keep his mind off of the fat chode invading his inner sanctum. Bobby’s tight little ass spasming on my cock again and again combined with his crying and screaming felt so much better than anything I’d ever felt. I kept stroking the boy’s dick until he went flaccid. His little arms were holding his chest tight as he wept. All I could do was smile at the boy. 
“Does that feel good, Bobby?” Bobby shook his head. His little lips were trembling and his eyes were beautifully wet. He had snot coming out of his nose from how hard he’d been crying. 

“Aw, that’s too bad. You’re making me feel very, very good! If you do a good job we won’t have to call your parents about that window.” Bobby began to sob again. By now I had calmed down enough that I wasn’t about to cream like a horny teen, so I grabbed his shoulders and started forcing my into the formerly virgin tunnel. Bobby screamed at the top of his lungs, his little fists beating against my arms as I spread him out. This time I didn’t stop until my unkempt pubic bush was pressed up against him. If I hadn’t been so fat I could’ve looked down and seen just how well my bush covered his little boy parts. Bobby wasn’t in a state of mind to enjoy it, though. He was screaming and crying like a virgin on prom night. He wasn’t even making any words, just sounds of pain. Every scream he let out vibrated my cock so well. I stayed still again, letting Bobby wear himself out and letting myself slip back from the edge of forbidden bliss. 

After several minutes Bobby had calmed down to soft weeping. I was ready to start moving again. I leaned over the boy and pressed my lips against his. He tried to push me away as I forced my tongue into his little mouth. He squirmed and whined, but when I pulled my cock back to the tip and slammed into him, he screamed. His whole body tensed up and he started hitting me with his fists. I grabbed the little arms and pinned them to the table. He was crying again, hard. I fucked his little ass for all it was worth, my balls slapping into his firm ass with loud smacks. I was sweating in the cold, and my nipples were hard enough to cut through glass. Bobby tried to buck me off of him as I kept raping him, slamming my hips against his over and over again. His little legs flailed wildly with my rough treatment. The boy didn’t have a chance in hell to get away from me. The harder I fucked, the harder he cried, and the harder I kissed him. My tongue felt huge in his tiny mouth, and his tongue felt like a Vienna sausage against mine. It drove me wild to thing that this boy was so small in comparison to me, that he was only eight, playing baseball with his friends and now getting railed like a cheap toy in my basement. I slammed into him a few more times, as hard as I possibly could, and unloaded into him. I grunted and moved my hips ever so slowly, milking myself for every last drop of virile bear cum in this tight little fleshlight. Bobby cried even harder as he felt my hot seed filling his tummy. I stood myself up and thrust into him a couple more times, groaning loudly as the boy’s tummy had a noticeable bulge to it. I rested my hand on his belly, and it was almost hot to the touch. He was thouroughly bred. I slowly pulled out of the crying boy, and his ass stayed wide open when my tip audibly popped out. My cum was like a waterfall pouring out of him, his ass was red, his anus puffy. He was whimpering and sniffling. I’m sure he felt empty, seeing as I could see deep into him as his asst tried to close.  

For the first time in my life, I felt calm and relieved. I’d had sex before, with both men and women, but I’d never felt so good after doing it. Seeing this little boy on my table, his body ruined by my cock, my seed leaking out of him, I felt powerful. I felt like I was finally in control. I smiled to myself as I grabbed both his underwear and mine and started back up the stairs, locking Bobby down in the basement. I’d fix the window later. For now, it was time to relax.