Nicky had been sitting naked on the couch for some time, merely staring into space. His black fur assimilated with the black couch, camouflaging his whole body within the dark room. A pair of yellow pupils stood out from the darkness, a sight from something of a nightmare. He was bored out of his mind. He rested his elbow against the couch, tilting his head to rest on his fist. The naked nineteen year old began to play with his member, gently brushing his foreskin up and down as he reminisced about the fun he and his dad had had with young boys and girls his dad lured into their house. They would scream and cry with true terror as his father raped them, the darkness and nightmarish scenes adding to their fears. His father, Michael, who was upstairs during this time, began walking down the stairs to see his son playing with himself. He watched him shamelessly thrust his thumb and finger against his foreskin leading him to a half erection. A sort-of smirk crept onto his face as he watched his son, bored, pathetic. "Need a hand?" He offered to his son, stretching a palm out. Nicky glanced at his father, ignoring his held out palm. He stared deep into his red, evil eyes, now reminiscing with heightened senses over every pucker and slit his father's member had ever ever thrusted into, always leaving a trace of thick, creamy white fluid deposited inside of them. He looked down at his father's member, uncut, unerect. How many boys' and girls' virginities he'd stolen away. Some simply accepted their date, pounded and fucked hard without resistance. Some screamed, writhed, cried, begged, struggled as they were taken of their virginity, a huge, deep creampie the evidence of their cherry having been popped, their childhood destroyed. Eventually Nicky came to answer his father's question, "No dad, I just wish we could have more fun together with, you know, the boys and girls you bring here?" Michael gave an evil grin upon hearing this. He loved fucking children as much as Nicky. Though he was much tougher, rougher and brutal with them, taking great pleasure from their pain, where his son was satisfied enough with just a creampie. He withdrew his hand. "Well, in that case," he took a seat on the couch, "you'd better stop touching yourself for a while." He smiled and licked his skully lips, the mere sides of his skull, "I've got a surprise for you~" Nicky gave his father a wicked grin, licking his skull, "Really?" "Yeah~" Michael said in a low, grave tone, smiling. "We've got a little someone coming round later today." Nicky felt some pleasure in knowing that, later on, he and his father would be repeating the same fun as with umpteen other kids, fucking, raping, whatever they wanted to do with them. Whatever made them feel the most hurt and humiliated. Falling into another dream of lust, he unconsciously put his hand to his member. Michael quickly swiped his hand away, drawing him immediately into reality. "Don't touch yourself," His father told him, "Save it for the bitch later." "Is it male or female" Nicky asked. Michael grinned, pulled out his phone, "It's a boy," and presented Nicky the conversation between him and the boy. Nicky read the messages and was amazed at how manipulative he could be. "I've got everything from the fucker. His full name, address, his parents number. Even his parents names. He'll be coming here this evening, I've set him up on a good excuse and the route to get here." Michael explained, still grinning. "What if he doesn't turn up?" Nicky asked. His father gave a more wicked grin towards his son. "He will." He spoke. "Because if he doesn't, his parents will know about this. He'll be in a lot of trouble." He licked his lips, waiting for the time to come when he would arrive. Nicky gave a similar evil grin, eager to put his member inside a screaming, crying kid's maw and hole once again. His father made sure he used the kid plenty, maximising his experiences and the kid's traumas. "The poor fucker fell right into my trap." Michael said, chuckling as he said so. "We're going to have so much fun together, and with him~" A few hours passed. Jack was on the bus heading over to the location Michael had told him to go to. He felt scared, he felt nervous, like any seven year old would when following a strangers instructions. He had got onto a train to get to this location, which he had never done before. His stomach was filled with butterflies but he didn't feel excited in any way. His whole body was telling him that he shouldn't have come here. He began to reminisce over the past couple hours to try and take his mind away from reality. It was a normal school day. Nothing interesting had happened until lunchtime. He was in the playground, merely minding his own business, watching over kids play with skipping ropes, toys they'd brought in, and chat and argue. A mysterious, strange looking beast walked along the pathway next to the school playground, eyeing at the children as he walked, licking his skully lips. Jack felt triggered and annoyed by this sight and began to approach the stranger at the fence. The stranger turned his gaze to the young boy, his deadly, devilishly red eyes penetrating his soul and striking him with regret and fear. He smiled at him. Terrified, but not wanting to back down, he decided he'd try to be brave and stand up to the stranger. "H-hey," he stammered, trying to overcome his fear, "s-stop looking at us l-like that, i-it's wrong!" The stranger gave him a fierce look, knowing he was scared. Jack made the mistake of looking him dead in the eye as he did this, and was pelted with terror, he remained frozen on the spot. The stranger bent down to his height and spoke in a low tone. "Really?" He asked, smiling. He leaned closer to the fence. "Why don't I show you what's really wrong?" Jack, frozen in terror, managed to stutter out a few words, still wanting to be brave for the safety of the other kids, since they all had simply back away. "S-s-sure, b-b-bring it on!" The stranger smiled, enjoying his fear and stupidity. He already knew what he wanted to do with him. "What's your name, little one?" He asked, in an even lower, almost quiet tone. "J-Jack." Jack replied. The stranger took out a note and gave it to Jack. Michael, the note said, with his number. "Put it in your pocket. Now." He demanded, still quietly. Jack, petrified, practically immediately put it in his blazer pocket. "B-bur I don't have my own n-number." Jack retorted, almost ashamed. He wanted to get away from this stranger, allowing his fear to overtake him. "Then use your parents' number." He replied. "B-but they'll see!" Jack replied. "No they won't. Do as I say." Michael replied, knowing by saying that Jack would obey. A teacher saw the interaction and immediately came storming along, pulling Jack away by the blazer. "Get away," she said, giving the stranger an ostracising, angry and evil eye. Michael stood up and simply walked away. She began to ask questions to Jack but Jack replied he didn't seem of any harm, just how he was doing and what it was like in school. The teacher reminded him of stranger danger and how dangerous strangers could be. Michael overheard this and smiled to himself, "Yes, some strangers can be dangerous." He muttered, silently chuckling to himself. He walked home day that day. It was the weekend next. No school. He didn't say anything to his parents until it was dinner time. When he finished his dinner. He asked his parents. "Mum, dad, can I see Jim tomorrow?" His parents almost immediately gave approval. "Sure, honey." His mum said. "Mum," he asked, a little more nervously. "Can I stay the night with him? And can I go to his on the bus like you let me do a while ago?" His parents now became unsure about this. They looked at each other, deciding whether they trust him enough to do so. He was never a bad boy, always did what he was told. The last time he went on the bus by himself it went well with no issues. After a long moment, his dad spoke up, "We'll think about it." Jack hoped his parents would say yes, otherwise there would be serious, very serious issues. He barely slept that night, worrying about his parents decision. Would they agree? How else could he get to the stranger's house if they said no or decided to drop him off? Would the stranger really tell his parents, how would he not get into trouble? Should he tell his parents? These questions overtook his mind for most of the night, until he eventually dozed off into a half sleep. When he woke up, breakfast was almost ready. He went downstairs, trying to look as normal as possible. Though he was clearly tired and his father could see that. "Didn't sleep well last night?" He asked his son. Jack shook his head. He didn't sleep well last night. "Are you sure you want to do this by yourself? We could drop you off this time and you can go by yourself next time?" His father asked. Jack almost immediately replied he still wanted to go but wanted to go by himself. His eyes lit up as best as they could, trying to look enthusiastic despite his tiredness. His father looked at his mother and she looked back while preparing breakfast. "Alright," he said, "We'll let you go just this one." These words filled Jack with relief, but as well he felt a flutter in his heart that filled him with worry about meeting a stranger. After breakfast, his parents made sure he knew which route go to to his friend's house. They asked to phone his friend's parents to make sure they were happy, Jack insisted he'd already phoned his friend and his friend's parents were fine with it. I stead of double checking, they decided to take his word for it. They came outside with Jack and they walked over to the bus stop. The bus soon enough came along and Jack got on, paid for his ticket with the money his parent's had given him, and set off, waving goodbye to his worried parents as the bus departed into the unknown. When his parents were out of sight, he messaged the stranger, who told him to get off at the local train station. Jack suddenly snapped back into reality when the bus driver called out the next stop. It was his stop. His gut and stomach filled with an overwhelming dread he had never felt before, so much so it brought tears to his eyes. He silently cried. Quickly he wiped his tears away, afraid of being seen crying by others. He did not want to let the others know what was going on, otherwise the stranger threatened his parents would discover what went on, and he would be in such huge trouble. He did not want trouble, but he shouldn't have come here. He stayed silent and waited in dread as the bus slowly came to a halt. The doors opened. Jack got up and walked off, thanking the driver nervously. The driver thought nothing of it. When the bus drove away, he picked up his phone and alerted the stranger that he'd got off. Michael saw his message almost immediately, smiling. He told him to keep walking straight until he saw the next cross junction, then to turn left. From there, there would be a sort of field and farmland he'd have to walk past until he saw a gate. Through this gate would be a field, then a deep forest, Michael told Jack to go through the forest until he came across another gate, and from there to keep walking to the house. Jack was utterly terrified at this. Why was the house in the middle of nowhere? But to put the cherry on top of his fear, Michael reminded him of the trouble he'd be in if he didn't come. Truly it was a bad idea to have ever spoken to this man. But now it was too late. He had to go there. He began to walk down the road, which seemed to go on for miles, looking for the cross junction. He crossed a few roads, even a T-junction, but no cross junction was in sight. He began to worry that the stranger gave him the wrong directions, when, eventually, out of nowhere, came a cross junction. He turned left as he approached it and kept walking. Surely enough, there was a field to his right, with pigs, cows, and horses in sight, separated into different pens. To his left was still houses. As he kept walking, these houses turned into a wooden fence, like the one the stranger described to him. Eventually he came across a gate, and he opened it and passed through. In front of him, at a fair distance, was what seemed like a woodland. The stranger told him to go deep into it. Unsure of where exactly he meant within the woodland, there could be many deep points, he waddled over to the rows of trees, already tired from walking, and began to traverse through the woodlands. The terrain was not so bad, mostly flat, with some twigs and branches in the way. Stepping over the obstacles, he wandered deeper into the forest as he could. The sky became darker, trees becoming denser and closer together, branches blocking out the sunlight, the air became colder, putting a chill down his young spine. The forest began to open up more, sunlight came through, the trees became more spaced. Jack almost fell into despair, worrying he'd gone the wrong way or got lost, when a gate appeared in front of him. At least he was on the right track. He passed through the gate and kept walking, tired. As he kept walking, a house, in the middle of nowhere, appeared in front of him. His heart stopped for a beat, he felt a pang of terror and dread, like something terrible was going to happen to him. He wanted to scream and run away, never to come back here. But the stranger would surely inform his parents like he said he would. In his bravery, he walked slowly, as quietly as he could, to the front door. He pushed the handle down and the door opened. He entered the house. He closed the door and locked it, like he was told, putting the key in a little box hanging on the wall. The place was dark, as if nobody was home; silent as dead. Jack hated the dark, it terrified him. In front of him was a hallway, at the end of it a door. To his left was a doorway. Unsure of where to go from here, he began to walk slowly forward, trembling, scared of what might happen or why it was so dark. Was he trespassers? Was he at the wrong place? He got to the doorway and turned his head left. His body froze in fear, almost letting out a scream of terror. He wanted to cry. What he saw in the pitch black darkness were two pairs of glowing eyes, one pair red and the other pair yellow. They were clearing watching him,.silently. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he made out the stranger he had met by the school. He was smiling. Next to him was a strange figure that looks almost exactly like him. The pair of eyes stared at him for a long while, Jack frozen in fear on the spot. After a while, he picked up the courage to speak "H-h-hello?" He said in almost a whispering tone. The red-eyed skulldog smiled a little wider hearing his voice. "Take your clothes off." He said. Jack couldn't believe his ears. "W-what?" He stammered. "Take your clothes off." Michael repeated. Jack couldn't understand why he was being instructed to take off his clothes, but, petrified, and in fear of him telling his parents, he did as he was told. First his shirt, the his socks and shoes, then his trousers. "And your pants." Said Michael. Jack took his pants off. He felt humiliated and ashamed to be naked in front of two strangers, one he'd never met before and the other he'd only met for a brief moment. His tiny dick hung from his body, and Jack could sense the skulldog eyeing him down there. He gave him a come hither gesture with his finger, which Jack saw but remained still on the spot. The skulldog leaned forward. "Come here." He said, softly but firmly. Jack, scared out his mind, didn't know what to do. He wanted to run away. Instead, he obeyed his commands and stepped forward to the middle of the room. Michael smiled. "Even closer." He said. Jack stepped forward within arms reach of Michael, who examined and glanced at his body profusely. Jack felt beyond humiliated, and kept his head down, fighting tears. Michael stretched out a hand and touched Jack's chest softly, feeling his black, fluffy fur. Jack gasped as soon as he was touched and felt invaded. The skulldog clawed his way down Jack's body, clawing his belly before manhandling his penis and balls. Treacles of tears ran down Jack's eyes, feeling very offended and hurt and invaded if privacy. Michael could smell this, and he loved it. He enjoyed that his little boy still had no idea just what would happen to him by the end of the night. "Nice, fluffy fur, eh?" Michael spoke softly. "I'm going to make you mine~" Jack began crying a little more, scared out of his mind. Michael lifted and claw and rubbed Jack's tears away. "Don't cry," He spoke, "It's your fault for coming here." Jack couldn't understand. Why was it his fault? He had no choice, but the skulldog made him feel as if he came here by choice. Michael reached for Nicky's paw, "Feel him," He told his son. Nicky rubbed his hand down Jack's fluffy belly, repeating this a few times. He liked the texture, the feeling of him. He was going to like him even more within a few hours. When Nicky was done feeling his fur, he touched Jack's penis and balls, rubbing his cock a little. Jack kept his head down while looking at Nicky, who had a wicked smile on his face. After a few moments, he let go. Jack remained as soft as tissue, not getting any form of hardness of his penis. "Not in the mood?" He asked Jack. Jack didn't respond. Michael firmly gripped Jack's chin and lifted his head to meet his eyes. Jack stared down the devilishly, bright red, nightmarish eyes, which were staring right through his soul. Jack felt terror like never before, frozen and unable to struggle. His heart raced with immense panic. "You were asked a question." He said to him. Jack responded by shaking his head. Nicky smiled at his non-verbal response. "Cute." Michael said to him. Then there was an awkward silence, only awkward for Jack, who had no idea what was next. "What's your name?" Michael asked him. Jack hesitates for a moment. "J-Jack." "Jackie, eh?" Michael nicknamed him. "What's your mum's name?" "Joanna." Jack replied. What's your dad's name?" Michael asked "Dave." Jack responded. "Well, for this night, I'm now your dad, yeah?" Michael told the boy. Jack let his ears down, he didn't like the sound of that. Nobody could replace his dad, especially not this stranger. But he didn't have the courage to fight back, and instead just stared at him in awkward silence. Michael stood up. Still holding the boy's chin. "Call me daddy." He said. Jack refused to respond. Michael shook Jack's head, urging him to call him that. Jack still didn't respond. Michael then proceeded to slap Jack with his other hand. Jack felt shocked and hurt, and terrified. "Call me daddy, now." He said, giving an ugly smile, sticking out his tongue. "D-daddy." Jack obeyed, trembling. "Good boy," Michael said. He changed his grip, holding the boy by his hair now, painfully. He unzipped his trousers and pulled down his pants. To Jack's horror, he saw a huge, manly, semiwet member in front of him. He shook his head desperately, he didn't know what it was but he didn't want to do whatever the stranger was about to make him do. "N-no, p-please, I don't want to do thi-" Jack stammered. At that moment, the skulldog thrust his whole member forbily down the little boy's throat. Jack gagged and struggled immediately, choking on his member, hard like stone. Michael raised his head in deep pleasure, closing his eyes and feeling the wet, salivary mouth of the boy in his member. "Fuck yes." Michael moaned. Holding a painful, firm grip on the boy, he pushed the boy's trembling head back, all the way to the tip, where Jack managed to let out a cough and spatter, before thrusting his whole member deep down his throat. He repeated this, thrusting the boy's head back and forth against his hard cock. "Fuck, yes, take that, you little bitch!" Groaned Michael. Jack's eyes poured tears like rain. Gagging and choking on the skulldog's cock as he smashed it against his throat. Jack struggled desperately, unable to breathe. His eyes began to roll to the back of his head and his struggles weakened, his vision became blurred and darkening. Michael pounded the boy as hard and fast as he could. His breathing became harsher and his grip tightened. Before long, he thrusted his long shaft hard deep into Jack's maw, letting out a load of seed into his belly, forcing Jack to swallow it. He held him there for a while, Jack's struggled almost completely stopped. "Fuck, yes, you little cunt!" Michael exclaimed. "So fucking good~" He let go of Jack and pushed him to the ground. He started coughing, gagging, and sputtering as he struggled so hard for air to fill his burning lungs. Tears came down his eyes like a waterfall, traumatised by the experience. Michael watched him with an evil grin, feeling his cock already growing harder from his cries. Jack crawled to the exit of the room, obviously aiming for the front door. Michael watched for a moment, letting him try and escape. Jack struggled to his feet to reach the handle for the door, but it wouldn't go down. It was locked. Jack fell into deep despair, crying. Michael came over and picked the boy up, his claws digging into his belly. "Please, sir, PLEASE, let me go!" He cried, begging Michael with deep sincerity. Michael ignored him and took him back into the room, chucking him down the floor in front of Nicky's legs. His head bounced against the cushioning of the couch. "Your turn, Nicky." Michael said. Nicky put a hand on Jack's head and pushed his member into Jack's maw. His grip wasn't as painful and his cock wasn't as big, but Jack's tears ran. Nicky felt a deep sense of pleasure as soon as his whole shaft was in Jack's mouth, covered in slimy, wet saliva, his biner reaching it's maximum potential. He began to thrust Jack's head back and forth, thrusting his hips while still sitting down, too lazy to get up. He rested his head back on the couch, relaxing from this wonderful blowjob. "Oh fuck." He moaned. His foreskin going back and forth added to the pleasure he felt. Michael watched his son with a smile, glad to see his son getting the fun he deserves and needs like him, and enjoying Jack's horror and crying as he was raped. Before long, Nicky's breathing grew faster and more rapid, he pounded Jack's maw as fast and hard as he could. Then, before long, a load of seed flooded out of Nicky's dick and ran straight down Jack's mouth into his belly, taking in a second helping if semen. Nicky held him there for a moment longer, focusing on the sensation of his climax and his cock inside the child, wet with saliva and his semen. He felt blissful, beyond relaxed at the feeling. After a while longer, he let Jack go from him. He began to cry again. The taste of cum tasted disgusting and awful, and he was forced to swallow two loads against his will. He got up from his hurting, aching knees and ran straight for the front door, still crying. It was locked, he used all his strength he had left but the handle would budge. He then went for the key box, trying to open it. But it was locked too, the door wouldn't budge. Jack was shocked, why wouldn't it open? How did it lock itself? But before he could break it, Michael crept in and swept him up, bringhim him back into the room and throwing him from afar onto the couch. Jack screamed as he was thrown, pounded onto the couch. Jack felt terrified, humiliated, traumatised, and scared out of his mind. He wanted to leave so desperately, make this nightmare stop. Jack tried to bury his head within the couch. Michael came over to him and pulled his head out. "I bet you loved all of that cock n' cum, eh?" He said to him. "You're a little slut, you are, you suck dick so well~" "Leave me alone!" Jack cried. "I don't want to do this anymore! Why are you doing this to me? Please... Stopppp!" Michael dick listened to his cries and begging, and began to get harder. "Keep crying." Michael said, "You're making your daddy harder." Jack couldn't resist but cry. He was going to shove it back down his maw, and he hated it, detested it, felt humiliated and invaded by it. However, instead of grabbing hold of his head, Michael grabbed the young boy's tail and lifted it up. Jack felt beyond exposed. Michael glanced and stared at the boy's tight, trembling pucker. A tiny, circular slit in his buttocks that needed to be used, abused, and filled, thought Michael. His son needed to play with it too. He had lots of endurance and cum left for the little boy. He stretched out a finger and began to rim around Jack's little ass hole. Jack tried to push away from him, but Michael was stronger than him and every attempt nearly ripped his tail away from his body. Michael began to push his claw into the boy's pucker. His claw digging into his fur. "Ow!" Jack cried, whimpering and trembling. Michael pushed his full finger into his pucker, deliberately scraping the walls of his insides to keep him crying and whimpering in pain. Thrusting in and out, making sure to scratch him. He put two fingers in to stretch his ass out, scratching even deeper and causing a little blood to dribble onto his fingers as he pulled them out each time. Jack cried, agonised, wishing he would stop. He kept trying to pull away despite the failed attempts, still struggling. Nicky put a hand on his hands to keep him from struggling so much. "Let him go, Nicky," said Michael, "I'm enjoying his lustful struggles~" Nicky did as told and let his hands go, giving Jack full reign of his struggle. "I think you're ready~" Michael said to Jack. Agonised, Jack just whimpered. Unable to escape Michael's grasp. Michael shoved his crotch forward, lining his dick up with Jack's puckerhole, and began to push forward. A burning sensation ran through Jack's behind. "NO, STOP, PLEAASE- AHHH- NOO-" Screamed Jack. Michael ignored his screams but enjoyed them, pushing further and deeper into him, inch by inch, until his whole shaft was swallowed by Jack's ass hole. He took a moment, feeling the beautiful, amazing sensation of having such a tight little hole hug and press firmly and tightly against his dick. He took a few pleasureable breaths, half moaning. "Fuck, boy, you're so tight~" Moaned Michael. Nicky began masturbating to Michael and Jack, enjoying the view a lot. "Don't cum," warned Michael, "Save it for him." Michael kept a firm grip of Jack's tail and began to pull out, pulling his whole thick member out to the tip, before pushing back in again. Jack screamed, feeling the same burning sensation almost as bad as the first. He suddenly felt like he needed to go to the toilet, making him feel even more humiliated and exposed, invaded. Michael enjoyably thrusted in and out repeatedly of Jack's pucker, thrusting his hips while doing so in a forceful, hard manners, keeping a medium steady pace. Jack struggled to no avail. Michael quickened his pace, enjoying his member being massaged, lost in a lustful dream, feeling absolutely blissful. Nicky stopped jerking himself, close to cumming, wanting to save it for the boy to swallow, letting his throbbing cock shake with pleasure. Michael's breathing grew faster and more rapid, reaching his climax, he fucked the boy as hard and fast as he could until another load of cum shot inside Jack's pucker, filling him up. String upon string of semen flooded him, Michael groaned and growled loudly, tightening his grip as he came, still fucking him. He came to a stop, leaving his member inside of Jack for aoment, still enjoying his pleasure. Jack cried, his eyes filled with tears. "Now you're going to keep my cum inside of you for daddy, aren't you?" Michael told Jack. Jack obediently nodded, unable to do anything else, unable to resist. It would be easier if he were to do as he was told. Maybe they would let him leave. Michael slapped Jack's bum hard, causing a shriek to escape Jack's mouth. He did it again, and Jack screamed once again. Michael enjoyed his screams that he repeated this a few more times, Jack's arse becoming red raw from the attacks. Then he stopped. But he began to pant. "My turn." Nicky said. "No," Michael said, panting, "Not yet, I'm done with this bitch." Michael swooped Jack up and tossed him onto the floor, the hard impact causing him to scream and cry in pain. Michael growled, his member still throbbing, he shoved it back into Jack's boy hole and began thrusting hard and fast, thrusting his hips up and down at a rapid pace. Jack struggled as he was raped again on the floor, but Michael positioned his arms to his shoulder preventing him from crawling forward and away. Michael moaned and groaned and whined as he fucked the boy. "Fuck, yeah." He groaned in between panting. He suddenly picked Jack up and pinned him quickly against the wall in front of them, fucking him, thrusting hard into him, at a very rapid pace. "I fucking love buggering you." Moaned Michael. All Jack did was cry, humiliated, traumatised, scared, terrified. He'd felt feelings he'd never thought even existed, and the ordeal is still not over yet. Michael began to breathe heavier and growl even more harshly, "Now it's your turn, Nicky." Said Michael. Nicky lazily got up from the couch and kneeled down on the stool he had rested his feet on the whole time, pulling Jack's tail towards him. He put his member onto his rim and began to push in, feeling the sensation of a tight, wet, creamy hole, the cum splattering around as Nicky began to fuck the boy. "Oh, fuck yeah" Nicky groaned, clearly enjoying the feelings he felt. He thrust himself in and out of Jack's tail hole at a medium pace, maximising the sensation of his member being walled while enjoying his fucking. He kept hold of Jack's tail firmly and put a grippy hand on his right shoulder, holding him in place and pulling and pushing his body as he thrust his hips back and forth. He continues this for a while until he felt the sensation of his beginning to climax. He began to breathe rapidly, fucking and thrusting inside the young boy harder and harder, faster and faster. Then he exploded in Jack's ass, the splattering becoming even more audible and wet from the new fresh semen that filled Jack's hole. Almost immediately after his orgasm, Nicky could no longer continue, too pleasured and exhausted to keep going. He dropped himself back onto the couch, letting Jack go, who burst into tears and crawled up into a ball on the floor. Michael looked very pleased to see him like this. “Your parents must do this with you,” he said, “You suck so well, and your arse is so tight~” Michael felt his member growing back. He kneeled and put his claws under Jack's chin, raising his head to make him look at him. He licked his skully lips. He grabbed hold of his chin and began pulling his head towards his crotch, feeding his member back into his mouth. “Here, boy, have some more~” Jack had grown so tired and exhausted, traumatised, that he couldn't take another load, couldn't take any more of this nightmare. He chomped down on Michael’s dick, causing him to harshly tell in pain. Jack ran straight for the door, smashed the little window of the key box, grabbed the key, and went to unlock the door. He had just got the key in when Michael rushed and clawed Jack's face, lifting him up, and throwing him down on the floor. Nicky watched emotionlessly, with a hint of a smile. Blood ran through the pores Michael's claws had pierced. Michael grew in a rage, “So you wanna play that game, huh?” He screamed at Jack. He made a fist and began to pound at Jack's head and body, punch after punch, with a heavy, breaking force. He continued to hit and attack Jack endlessly for a while, at a rapid pace, before stopping. Jack's body was covered in blood, bruises, and small swelling. He was too shocked and petrified to cry or make any noise. Michael grabbed Jack's neck, choked him, then shoved his member down his maw, and face fucked him as hard and deep as he could, gagging and choking Jack as much as he could. He clawed his back deeply, leaving red marks of blood seeping through. Jack's body was trembling, painfully trembling. “Take that, you piece of shit!” Michael scolded, thrusting his member deep down Jack's throat as hard as possible. He began to reach his climax and shortly shoved another load of fluid down Jack's throat mercilessly. “Swallow it, bitch!” He shouted. Then he tossed Jack over violently and shoved his member deep into his arse, Jack yelped. Michael forced a hand against his head, pinning him to the ground, helplessly, as he fucked and raped the kid as violently as possible as revenge. “Nicky, shove your dick down this kid's throat,” Michael demanded. Nicky got up from the couch, made his member hard, and pried open Jack's mouth, putting his dick inside, hugged by his salivary, wet tongue, and pushed in. Nicky pushed a hand on Jack's muzzle for more pressure and sensation on his dick. He hung his head up high in pleasure, having so much fun. Jack, stuck in the middle, pinned to the floor, innerly burst into tears, unable to do so physically due to the shock of what happened to him and the nightmare he was ensuring. He couldn't cry, couldn't scream, couldn't yelp, couldn't help himself. He simply took it in like a good boy, traumatised, wishing this would all stop. When would they let him go? How much longer would he ensure this nightmare? Michael kept raping him as hard and fast as he could pound him, letting out his anger and revenge against him, and Nicky took in the pleasure of the opportunity, maximising his lust and love for this fun while he had it. Michael raged himself to a climax and suddenly gushed out another few strings of cum into Jack's body. Nicky began moaning and groaning and released his lust into Jack's maw, feeding him another cupful of semen down into his stomach. “Switch over.” Michael demanded. Keeping his claws pressed against Jack's back and head, Nicky helping by putting against against his buttocks, the pair shuffled and switch places, Nicky now ready to pound Jack's arse and Michael getting ready to put his still hard, wet member into Jack's maw. Michael pried open Jack's mouth and slid his shaft inside, pressing down on Jack's muzzle so his cock felt more hugged by his throat. Nicky stretched out Jack's bum and dropped his hard member on his rim and began to push forward, inch by inch until he was balls deep inside of him, the wet cum already deposited in their splattered around as Nicky thrust himself in and out of Jack's puckerhole. Michael thrust his thick dick in and out of Jack's mouth. Both were growing exhausted. Both went at a medium pace but evidently they were running out of energy. They had had so much fun together with the cub, resting while each other raped him. Nicky went at a slow and steady pace, making sure he had enough energy to cum inside Jack at the end. Michael, despite his tiredness, thrust himself hard and fast into Jack, choosing to make this his last rough fucking of the boy for the day. Jack gagged and choked and coughed and sputtered as he was throatfucked an umpteenth time, he couldn't count how many times he'd swallowed their cum by this point. Michael's breathing turned exhausted as he throatfucked Jack. Nevertheless he thrusted his dick inside and out of him, from.the base to the tip and the tip to the base, and carried this on until, for a final time, he began to moan and groan and shoot another load of cum into Jack's maw, down into his belly. Nicky, getting close to his tired climax, picked up his fucking pace and spurt out one more load of semen into Jack's asshole. Both stayed there, members inside, breathing and panting, looking at each other. Both agreed they'd had so much fun, but now it was time to properly rest. Nicky pulled out first before Michael, leaving Jack, in tears, traumatised, covered in blood and cum, to curl up once again into a pool and let his tears flow, hugging himself to the nearest wall. “I'm going to take a shower.” Nicky said. “Very well,” replied Michael. Nicky walked slowly upstairs, exhausted, ready to refresh his mind and body with a nice shower. Michael stayed downstairs and watched, stared at the boy, crying and letting his tears out. “Good boy~” he muttered to him, loving his crying fit, hissy fit. He gently stroked his cock, too tired to rape him once more. “I love it when you cry~” Nicky took a while in the shower, as his youth gave him that advantage, and his father said nothing about it. He got out and let his father know he was out. “Good,” Michael replied, “Time for bed then.” Michael forcefully picked up Jack by the neck, hurting Jack and stretching his already scratched and torn fur and skin. Jack yelped and cried in pain, before falling into a silent whimper once he became used to it. Michael carried him up the stairs. In front of him, to his left, was the bedroom. Michael walked in. A clean, new sheet was made like that in a hotel, black and white striped. The room was dimly lit with a lamp on a desk beside the bed, next to the wall, where there was a small window. There was a larger desk to the write, Michael's work desk. The walls were white, carpet dark grey. “Now you, you little fucker,” Michael commanded in a firm tone. He pushed Jack's head into the carpet. “You see the carpet? What colour is it? If you dare try to escape, we'll see you and you WILL be punished!” He spoke demandingly and intimidatingly to scare Jack, which, indeed, it did, very much. He was desperate to get out of this place, yet didn't want to be caught again. Michael, without showering, flung the corner of the bedsheets, still holding Jack by the neck. He then grabbed his head with both hands. Michael smirked. “Open your mouth, bitch.” Michael told Jack. Jack, scared out of his mind, unconsciously opened his mouth, terrified not to obey. Michael forced his meat down Jack's raped maw, holding him in place firmly as he climbed into head. He held Jack on his dick as he grabbed a strap, and wrapped it round Jack's head and his back and tightened, holding Jack tightly in place, his member stuck in his mouth. The he grabbed another strap and tied Jack's arms forcefully behind his back, then he tied up his legs with force. Then Michael relaxed himself, got snug and laid on his back, head to his pillow, stroking Nicky's chest. “Suck on that, you little cunt.” Michael said, feeling the warm and wet saliva if Jack's mouth. Jack was barely able to breathe, whimpering and gagging and choking. Michael couldn't care too much if he died, they'd never be caught, he had a plan, and he was going to carry it out if Jack did struggle himself to death. “And if I feel any teeth, you'll regret it.” He said, gravely, smiling at Jack before flipping the covers over. “If you do well tonight and tomorrow, maybe, just maybe, I might take you home, save you the journey.” He said. Jack let tears down his eyes, he had to endure this tomorrow. Eventually he'll get to go home, where his parents would never find out, cannot find out, what really happened to him. He had no idea how to cope. But he had to, for his parents, he was forced to. Jack lay there, belly to the bed, bound, his maw filled with cock and inevitable semen he would have to swallow. He cried silently, whimpering. This nightmare would never end. And even if it did, he would be left with awful scars for the rest of his life.