He hopped on the mattress clutching one of his plush toys, a white-haired seal with olive-sized pitch-black eyes that was the height of tenderness. Jake was jovial to say the least, hardly ever sad, finding amusement in anything, although a certain aspect of his childhood caused him no small amount of trouble. Every night he ended up crapping his pants, whether it was from a nightmare, or more commonly from the terror of crossing his own room and the hallway to get to the bathroom. Therefore, even at that moment, while playing with his sweet seal, he was wearing a white cotton diaper, tightly wrapped around his buttocks with a vertical band that ran across his lumbar, passed through his genitals, and rejoined just below his navel to two other cloth appendages, which instead wrapped around his thighs. It was evening, he was just waiting for his daddy to come and kiss him goodnight, and then, tired as he was from the day that had passed, he would by far have liked to get some rest. Lying belly up in the air, he looked at the ceiling, he had eyes between icy and gray, they looked glassy, without texture. He thought back to that morning in the park, where his father, instead of taking him to school, had gotten acquainted with some rather elegant gentlemen, such as he had seen only in old movies. Then he remembered the talk his father had given him that afternoon...actually, he couldn't remember a single word, as he was too busy licking and enjoying ice cream at that moment, while his father was telling him about a little idea he had...no, he just couldn't remember. He shook his head and let those confused thoughts leave him; they really didn't matter. He clutched the stuffed animal and laid his head on the pillow, his silvery fur rubbed against the soft fabric, and without realizing it, he fell into a deep sleep.
What woke him was a thud. He opened his eyes, the light of the lit lamp folded the darkness into the recesses of the room. He rubbed his face, still sleepy. "Daddy?" He asked, looking at the doorway. His father entered at a slow, cadenced pace, his hands entwined behind his back; he had a bright, compact smile in which the protruding canines stole the show from the other teeth. "My love, darling..." He walked over to his son, sat on the edge of the bed and began to caress his thigh.
Jake's little eyes were moist. "Daddy, did you come to say good night?"
"Not really, sweetheart." The father cleared his throat. "Remember what I told you about this morning? Those gentlemen I conversed with in the park?"
Jake shook his head in denial. "I don't know, Dad, but check my diaper, I haven't peed yet!"
"Oh dear, I'm proud of you, but let's get back to what I told you, okay?"
Jake lowered his head.
"What's the matter? Are you sad?"
"A little, it's night, I'm sleepy...I just want to sleep, can I sleep with you?" Jake lifted his head, showed his baby teeth and rosy gums. "Can I sleep with you, please..." He put his hands together.
"Jake, I wish I could, but first you have to do a little thing with me...trust me..."
At that instant, two unfamiliar figures walked through the doorway. The one further back tapped on the door to announce his arrival. "Excuse me?" He had a grave voice.
Jake approached his father in a hug and looked at the two who had just come with awe and caution. His fur stood up; he was on the alert.
"Oh there's our Jake!" Exclaimed the sassy one of the two, who had entered with quick step and swinging his arms heavily. He was a tall, yellow-eyed wolf of an intensity Jake had never seen before. He had disproportionately long limbs compared to the rest of his body, he was hunched and his big head was projected forward. When he smiled he discovered immaculate jaws, he had long, sharp teeth, and a trickle of drool overflowed from his thin black lips. "Our dearest Jake!" He repeated in a squeaky, joyful voice. He stood there looking at the little one, staring at him without ever taking his attention away from him. He seemed to want to say something else, but he was silent. Behind him came a burly little man, he was a porcupine-eyed hedgehog with a beady expression, carrying a large backpack and holding several pieces of equipment.
The wolf, Jake thought quickly--he had seen him before, that morning, in formal clothes, he had not uttered a word, he had remained silent and nodded. Suddenly, his blood froze in his thin veins and his entire little body, composed of slender limbs, trembled.
"Who are they, Dad?" Jake shook his father's arm, but he looked at the two guests. He stood up and walked over to them and began talking to the hedgehog.
"Dad? Dad?" Jake grabbed the first puppet that came his way; his bed was full of them. He found the warmth he so desperately sought from a large teddy bear, almost bigger than himself; he clutched it to his chest, and from behind its back he noticed that the wolf was still staring at him, and he was smiling, and smiling, without stopping.
Jake's father increased the tone of his voice. "No, Mr. Perkins, you promised me that he would wear a condom!"
Jake looked at his father and the hedgehog. The latter stammered, when he finally said, "Oh yes yes, but you have to understand, the scene would be much more interesting without a condom, wouldn't it?"
At that point the wolf interposed himself between the two. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, there is no reason to get upset...I will wear whatever you want..." And having said that, he turned to look at Jake. "For a morsel like that, I would do anything, really anything..." He felt his groin firmly, the little one did not understand. "Dad?" He asked again and his father approached him. "My love, you have to trust me..." He hugged him tightly. "You're a good boy, aren't you?"
Jake nodded, "You always tell me that, that I'm a good boy..."
His father stroked the region of his head behind his ears, a sensitive spot, at whose touch little Jake could not hold back a childish, high-pitched moan. An innocent cry escaped his lips.
"Now though, I'm going to ask you something very simple..." The father turned again to look at the hedgehog. "Then shall we start with the pictures?"
The hedgehog stood with his eyes very close to a screen of a camera he held in his hands, was studying its lens and details as if he were using it for the first time. "Oh yes, yes... first a few pictures, nothing much... the baby has to pose, of course..."
Jake shook his head hard. "No daddy, what do they want?"
"Nothing sweetie, nothing...if you do what they tell you, I promise we'll have a great vacation! All right, you want to go on vacation with your daddy, don't you?"
The baby was confused, he only nodded because his father's smile and eyes gave him faith.
"Great! Great!" The hedgehog was thrilled. Jake's father moved out of the frame, leaving the baby alone on the bed in the sole company of his loving stuffed animals.
"Well Jake..." The hedgehog approached with the camera pointed. "Now I want you to lie on your stomach, as if you were sleeping..."
Jake looked again at his father seeking consent; he nodded firmly. He had never seen him so serious before. Then he lay down as requested.
"Now lift your legs, please!"
Jake lifted his little legs into the air; he was wearing no socks and his little paws were sticking out from under the hem of his pajamas.
"Great, now one last thing...I'd like you to pull your pants down, just a little..."
Jake swallowed.
"Like if you have to pee, you take off your pants, right?"
"He's wearing a diaper." His father interrupted him. "Is that a problem?"
The hedgehog's eyes sparkled. "Oh no, not at all, on the contrary! In fact, that makes it even more sublime -- oh, I can already smell the artistic cyclone that will hit me at the time of the shot! So, Jake, rather, take off your pants, just stay in your shirt, please..."
Jake tightened his lips, truculently. He dropped his pants, with clumsy and conspicuously awkward movements, but he succeeded. 
"You can leave them there, indeed, put your pants on one foot and lift it in the air... that's it, yes, that's it, very good... now stand still, motionless and look at the lens as if your father were there in that black circle... yes..." He lapped his lips, his stubby finger rubbing against the shutter button. “In fact honey, take off that nice diaper too, come on, pull it down... there, yes, oh you have such nice juicy buttocks... now lift up your tail, yes, show us what you have under there...” The hedgehog approached Jake, pointed the lens in the direction of his anus.
There was a dazzling flash, Jake's eyes watered, he quickly wiped them away with the knuckles of his tender little hands. The hedgehog nearly jumped for joy. "Oh yes, what a magnificent picture..." He looked at it with intensity, his dilated pupils darting from one detail to the next without failing to notice every detail. "Here, here you can see the line of the calf flexed upward...and then those amazing buttocks and ohh… that juicy hole, Oh MY GOD..." He bit his lip. "Oh, he's such a cute baby, he's got those wet little eyes in the picture, those irises so clear and wet... magnificent! This is perfect..." He focused on Jake's father. "Your son is really photogenic, no need to attempt any more shots with him!"
"Two photos, you told me, two photos." Jake's father replied, lifting two fingers to the side of his own head. "No more."
"Yes, yes, of course ... now Jake, take off your shirt, come on, you can sit up!"
Jake nodded, pulled his shirt over his shoulders and took it off, remaining shirtless. 
"Now I want you to stand with your back against the wall..."
Jake did so; his bed was pulled up against the wall, and it was not difficult for him to make the gesture.
"Good, now spread your legs apart, move!"
Jake opened his thighs wide, his knees opened in a V shape, instinctively he put his hands over his genitals, in his little eyes now burned an obvious terror, a glint of despair and embarrassment. And it was because of that expression so sweet and pure, imbued with a whiteness exclusive to childhood, that the hedgehog pressed the shutter button with certainty. Thus the photo managed to capture to perfection that slender, naked little body, where the hard, protruding nipples were two precious rubies on a delicate chest, and the soft thighs, though immured, gave the impression that they were trembling. There it was possible to admire the infant scrotum and the small penis, hidden in the foreskin, which protruded just below the navel, under a sparse forest of fur. The tail was shifted to the side, and the diaper lowered down, just below the knees, left enough space to catch a glimpse. 
In that static picture it was possible to sample discomfort, a succulent discomfort.
"Simply magnificent!" The hedgehog approached the wolf. "Ryan, look at this-look at this!" He said, handing him the camera. "Look at these perfect shots, this baby is a born model!"
Receiving no response, the hedgehog realized that Ryan was too focused on the real, tangible subject to mind the photographs. The wolf stood motionless, but every muscle in his body was tense as if ready to snap at any moment. He quivered, with his paw he began to pound the floor at an ever-accelerating pace, and the saliva foaming from his jaws did not cease to increase in ever-increasing rivulets. He was clearly awaiting his turn with an inhuman and irrepressible fervor.
"So, shall we proceed?" He asked in a tone in which there was no trace of the cheerfulness and sagacity of just before. His voice sounded gravelly and peremptory, not admitting 'no' as an answer.
The hedgehog nodded and turned away from him, as if suddenly afraid of him. Although he was aware of his temper, of the quickness with which he was able to throw off his mask and reveal a terrifying part of himself, each time he could not help but feel a heated fear to such an extent that he could no longer look him in the eyes.
Jake's father coughed again. "The condom." He said.
Ryan shot his yellow eyes at him. He grunted in assent and extended his hand toward the hedgehog. This one, awkwardly, took to stammering again, "Oh yes ... yes, they are here somewhere!" He rummaged in the bag he held on his shoulder and pulled out a large condom, the diameter of a fist. "Here it is...I bought them this morning, there's no chance of them breaking...but wait, Ryan, I have to set up the camera..."
The wolf took the condom and grunted again. Jake's father went back to his son, hugged him again, clutched him tightly to his chest and whispered, "Now, Jake, comes the part that's a little more complicated...do what they tell you and don't be afraid, your daddy's here..."
"If I'm afraid, will you help me?" Jake asked with an edge in his voice. He was on the verge of tears.
"Oh yes, I'll step in right away. But you won't be afraid, will you Jake? You're a brave little boy, you're the best! And remember, if you do your daddy this favor, we'll go away on vacation and I'll buy you new plush toys!" The father replied, after hesitating for a few seconds. Then he walked away and returned near the door. The hedgehog meanwhile had set up a tripod a short distance from the bed, placed a large camera on it, and was ready to begin. "The recording officially begins now! Good, Ryan, you know what to do."
The wolf nodded and with his big hands began to fiddle with the zipper of his jeans, lowered it and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall down to his ankles. Jake squinted his eyes because a fat, long appendage had suddenly appeared between the wolf's thighs that the child had never seen before, except, at a decidedly more modest size, between his father's legs whenever they took baths together. He thought of his own, which was really tiny, and wondered if it could grow in that disproportionate way.
Ryan's phallus dangled beside his knees, its pinkish glans emerging from the inwardly receding foreskin. That big dickhead, squat as a door knob, had a drop at the tip that was just about to overflow, and it glistened reflectively in the light of the chandelier. Hundreds of tiny scarlet capillaries stormed its surface; the crown, slightly wider than the rest, was a purplish hue. But the glans was only the tip of that bulging sledgehammer of disproportionate flesh, stretching almost half a meter, covered with broad, pulsating veins, to the flat, hair-covered groin. 
It was enough to pierce the package with a canine to extract the condom, Ryan held the upper bubble masterfully, rested it around the glans, and pulled it down. The latex membrane adhered firmly to the flesh, inch by inch, from the glans almost to the groin. The wolf massaged his cock with his hand to check that the condom, firmly tightened, did not slip off. With that trivial stimulation, the beam of flesh stood horizontally in all its mighty magnificence. Turning away for a moment, with the fleeting snap of a claw he committed a cut on the tip of the condom. The latex, sensitive and tender, instantly tore. The wolf grinned, for he had been quick enough not to be discerned, soon he would abuse the infant by having a big surprise ready for him.
Jake, who was watching the scene, swallowed bitter saliva and clenched even more tightly with his teddy bear. His father nodded to the hedgehog as if to thank him for finally accepting his condition, but he was too busy calibrating the camera. He pressed Rec after running a short count. He zoomed in on Jake's face, “So, Jake, you're in your little room, right?” He asked, framing the slit of his eyes. The child nodded slowly, as a tear trickled down his cheek. Into the perspective came Ryan, his firm buttocks and slouching gait were captured. The behemoth reached the bed and sat down beside the young boy, reached out a hand toward him and stroked his ankle, gently. “Okay Jake, I'll take care of everything now, leave it to me and I promise you'll have a great time...”
But although Jake distanced him by only a meter, those words were not processed by his brain, for he was too focused on staring at that mighty club that stood between the wolf's legs. He was as if hypnotized, unable to explain what such a big, bulky thing could be used for--to pee? It must be uncomfortable, he thought...but the touch of the wolf's long fingers, that light but at the same time clawing feel, brought him to his senses suddenly, giving him a bitter realization of what was happening. “No...no...” He muttered and, shaking his little feet, retreated to one side of the bed, the one opposite to where the wolf sat.
The latter tilted his head forward, laid his yellow eyes on the tender figure before him, and a smile composed itself, cheek to cheek, made of many small, marble knives. “Take it easy, sweetheart, I'm your friend, you know? Your new best friend!”
Jake shook his head very firmly, a tear flew down his face. “No, you're not...” He said and squeezed the puppet even tighter. “You are not my friend...”
Jake's father was about to intervene, but Ryan waved him to remain still. “I'll take care of it.” He said firmly and turned back to look at Jake. “You little plum, sweet little plum, remember the promise you made just now?” He asked him.
Jake did not answer, so Ryan opted for another tactic. “What is the name of your teddy bear?” And as he spoke, he stimulated his cock with one hand in a slow up-and-down motion.
“This one?” The child asked, pointing to the teddy bear with his chin.
“That's right.”
“His name is...his name is...Anthony...”
“Oh what a beautiful name, and how did you choose it?”
Jake crowed. “He told me, of course!”
“Oh yes, that's right, that's right, how did I not think of that...oh, did you hear that?”
“What?” Jake looked around.
“Anthony said something, wait, Anthony, can you repeat that?” The wolf strained his ear toward the puppet and began to nod. “Are you serious?” He assumed a shocked and thoughtful tone. “Oh yes, I see, I see, now I understand it all... well yes, it definitely needs to be remedied...”
Jake had become as if inflamed. “What is he telling you? Anthony doesn't talk to strangers!”
Ryan aroused himself. “Oh Jake, please, if you yell I can't listen to what Anthony is telling me...”
Jake sat down, waiting.
“There, okay, everything is clearer now.” Ryan let out a long sigh. “Jake, dear, sweet Jake ... I thought you were a good boy ... you know, but Anthony told me that's not exactly the case.”
“What?” Jake's lips were now trembling.
“Yeah, that's it, he told me you don't hug him like you used to... he told me you're treating me very badly... I mean, he told me you've changed...”
“But... but... that's not true... forgive me... I'm sorry... Anthony!” Jake hugged the puppet. “I'm so sorry...”
Ryan moved a little closer with skillful mastery, encircled Jake's neck with his arm and pulled him close to him. “Now, Jake, you can make up for your mistakes, it's easy...”
Jake again swallowed a lump of saliva. “Really?”
“Oh yeah, you just have to trust me, okay?” He began to stroke his neck and then, moving up slowly, reached his ears, at the spot where the little puppy was sensitive to touch. “You like it here, don't you? See, if I'm not your friend, how else would I know such a thing?”
Jake grimaced. “Maybe you're right...I'm sorry I treated you badly...are you a friend of Dad's?”
“Oh yes, your father and I are great, great friends...”
They were silent for a while, then the wolf resumed talking, meanwhile stroking Jake on the head, with a slow rubbing of his fingers. “Why don't you lie on your stomach, like you did before, together with Anthony?”
“Huh?”
“Yes, and I'll give you a great massage...”
Jake was about to say something, but Ryan was quicker. “Have you ever been given a massage? I don't think so, let me do it!” And having said that, he performed a meek, trusting wink.
Jake saw in that good-natured expression the same joy and thoughtfulness as his father and could do nothing but follow that order veiled as a simple request. He turned and made to retrieve his pajamas, but Ryan's hand forbade him. “Oh no, Jake, you'd better stay like that...”
So Jake positioned himself lying on his stomach, with one shoulder and part of his face resting on the puppet. He took a long breath and tried to relax. Behind him, Ryan took action. He got on his knees first, placed them just beyond those of the little boy, then stretched forward and began to caress the nape of his neck. He descended slowly, putting pressure on that young musculature and the protruding bones, region by region, without omitting a single detail. The camera captured everything perfectly, not a single frame was lost, the hedgehog pawed with excitement while Jake's father, arms crossed, twisting his lips, watched the scene without hiding a marked nervousness.
The two actors continued. The wolf's phallus, meanwhile, with its proximity to the baby, had grown even larger. Ryan placed it on the child's lumbar, rubbed it forward, the glans passed through the hairs, sliding slowly. Part of the shaft rubbed just above the buttocks. Jake felt it instantly, tried to turn around to check. “What is that hot thing?”
But Ryan snapped in less than a blink, his hand clawed at the baby's neck and with it pressed him hard against the mattress and teddy bear, stifling his demands. “Jake, Jake!” His tone of voice changed again, shifted to a more grim and grave one, devoid of any condescension. “Be still now...” He bit his lips, lapped them with his wet tongue, sent a howl toward the ceiling.
The baby began to tremble again, but the wolf's strength prevented him from doing anything else; his heart resumed beating wildly. Subtle, almost inaudible moans and groans escaped from his little mouth.
“Oh how I've longed for you...these pretty little buns...” Ryan reached down with one hand to the buttocks, felt them, pinched them with thumb and forefinger to appreciate their texture. He pulled one to the side and discovered a magnificent, tiny, virgin little hole. “Uh hu, what have you got there, you little slut?” He smiled again with his jaws exposed. Jake used his tail, sticking out beyond the diaper lowered on his thighs, to protect himself, but Ryan wrapped it tightly around him, that tender, soft spinal extension, and lifted it up almost to its limit. “What do you think you're doing, sweetheart? Now it's just you and me here -- oops, you, me, and Anthony! Why don't you hold him tight, even tighter? You take care of him and I'll take care of you..." With that said, Ryan let a lump of saliva overflow from his own lips. That dripped downward and impacted just above the anus, lapping it to perfection. “There you go, that should do it.” With a deft hip movement, Ryan gauged backward so that his phallus receded with him, rubbing beautifully over the little one's lumbar until he was just the right distance away. Glans and anus now mirrored each other, Ryan rubbed it against the coveted little hole, top and bottom, so as to lubricate further. Then he pushed it in, a few millimeters at a time, moaning softly and watching carefully for that fateful moment.
Jake was paralyzed with terror, feeling that squat, hot thing so close to such a sensitive spot. He looked to the left, toward the camera lens, as if the latter might help him. Then a stabbing discharge exploded between his buttocks, a flagellating pain radiated throughout his body, like a stab wound. He sent a cry that choked against Anthony, the teddy bear deformed under the power of his grip.
The cock choked at the entrance. Big and fat as it was, it could not penetrate so easily. The walls of the anus, so delicate, span with great reluctance. But the wolf did not relent at all, his cock was as hard as marble, he felt invincible, and he sensed within himself that concupiscent intoxication that gave him unparalleled strength and tenacity. Like a true professional he kept thrusting and thrusting, until the gap opened and his glans could penetrate. He sent a muffled moan of pure sensory pleasure. Those tight, jubilant walls clamped his glans in a devastatingly squeezing grip. He moved his hip forward and the cock followed the same trajectory, like a basilisk, advanced between those two wedges of moonlight that were Jake's buttocks and entered that tunnel of pleasure like the first visitor ever. Deeper and deeper, where the walls became harder and more inhospitable. Meanwhile, the cub, like a sweet and innocent little fish caught on the hook, began to shake again thanks to a renewed rush of adrenaline bursting through his veins. But Ryan was skillful again this time in keeping him at bay, in suppressing all his attempts to break free, at one point lying on top of him, hugging him from behind hard and beginning to fuck him harder and harder. The cock, hard and covered with veins, leaked out more and more dripping with anal juices, penetrated with bestial ferocity in an overwhelming comings and goings.
“Oh oh! Oh yes ... oh yes, you're so tight ... hm ... so tight ...” Ryan began whispering directly into Jake's ear, using one hand to push his face into the teddy bear's belly to plug his pathetic moans. “Oh yes!” He groaned again, intoxicated by that warm little hole.
The entire bed vibrated, sending a high-pitched squeak across the room. The puppets on the mattress danced from side to side, some falling to the floor, piling up on the carpet. The walls shook, pushed by the head of the bed, everything was in rapture.
The hedgehog's palms were sweating with excitement, his beady eyes carefully studying what the camera was recording. The latter was beautifully capturing that lustful undulation of Ryan's hip, and the perpetual ins and outs of his mammoth cock. Like a hydraulic press it sank into the rectum all the way to the intestines, there it turned them from side to side, before spilling out, wet and swollen.
The wolf began to sniff the infant's fur, inhaled at the top of his lungs his talcum powder scent, that childlike fragrance that smelled of purity and innocence. At the same time, into Jake's tiny nostrils penetrated the musky odor of his assailant, a pungent, male stench.
To the child, the burning in his rectum did not stop flaring up, so many consuming shocks that pierced him from side to side, tearing his breath away. He was horrified and paralyzed by a terrifying chill, he soon broke free in a mournful, desperate cry, copious tears took to trickle from his moist little eyes. Ryan licked them away from his face, pulling him away from the teddy bear for a few moments, just long enough to savor the physical demonstration of his torment. The thuds increased, flat noises of flesh slamming against more flesh, of the wolf's groin impacting against the baby's ass cheeks. Along with it came a slimy squeak of the anal fluids with which the cock was sprinkled as a result of that vigorous rubbing.
“Oh I love to hear you squirm, baby!” Ryan was in the throes of his ecstatic paroxysm, while Jake was not even able to formulate a word, but only indecipherable moans and groans.
His father was getting more and more agitated; he had not expected an intercourse so full of fervor, he could never have imagined it. Fortunately, he thought, there was the condom, at least that, a little handhold to lean on in that surreal situation.
“Do you still wear diapers, JAKE? At your age? Hm...but do you know you're such a horny little morsel? Has anyone ever told you that?” Ryan howled again, having whispered these words directly against the little boy's eardrum. “I think I love you, Jake, I'll make sure to visit you again!” And having said that, the blows delivered by his meaty club became even more powerful. He pierced him with such power that it gave the impression that he was about to break him in two. With that new and vehement round of lunges, Jake's prostate was stimulated beyond all limits, although the pain was so massive, there were also brief flashes of pleasure that the infant had never experienced in his very short existence. So too his little cock hardened, filling with young blood, and began to rub against the synthetic hair of his beloved Anthony. But it was as a result of that incessant pounding that a sudden event occurred that Jake's father had not taken into consideration.
The only ones who realized it were Ryan and little Jake. Because the condom had damage previously inflicted by Ryan himself, the glans, after a mighty lunge, slipped out of its suffocating latex cage, thus ending up rubbing in direct contact with the baby's warm, tender flesh.
“OHHH!” Ryan sent out a deep, delighted moan, finally able to taste the warmth emanating from Jake's rectal walls. They were much softer and fucking them proved even more satisfying than before. Of course, he should have stopped, but how? Fucking that infant's little ass was proving to be a phantasmagoric experience, to say the least. It was like savoring a ripe fruit straight from the pulp, and no longer through a synthetic, protective layer.
Jake, as mentioned, also noticed this. He felt that that bat invading him from the inside, making him from part to part, had become hotter than before; he could feel its pulsations, its frightening, massacring pacing.
“Oh FUCK! OH FUCK!” Ryan sent out another howl. “I'm cumming-I'm cumming!”
Jake's father, on hearing those words, breathed a great sigh of relief. At last the scene was coming to an end, the wolf would ejaculate into the condom and everything would be back to the way it was before. Pocketing the money, he was already thinking about the vacation he and Jake would take in a few days. On his face, after almost an hour of grimacing and nervousness, a big smile returned.
“AHHH!” Ryan shouted again.
Jake also shouted in his sharp little voice, drowning his lips in Anthony's soft belly. The hedgehog was on the verge of clapping for joy.
The wolf stopped suddenly, moaned from his tight lips, sank as far as he could, and began to tremble from the tips of his toes to his ears, shaken by a lecherous shudder. His cock, just like a pump, began to swell like it was a lung, the orgasm had exploded in his loins, his scrotum had pulsed conspicuously, releasing an irrepressible flow into the shaft.
It was like an unending stream, semen squirted out of his urethra at an unceasing pace, gallons and gallons of boiling seed poured into little Jake's rectum. A warm, viscous liquid that clung to the walls, invaded and stuffed every last inch of them. The child sensed it, that haunting fluid that began to pad him at a great rapidity. He was shaken by a tremor, the wolf was on top of him, pinned him to the bed, tied himself to him with the knot on his glans, harpooned him and stayed inside him until he emptied the entire contents of his own balls.
Jake's father, who was watching the scene waiting impatiently for its end, suddenly became aware of a chilling detail. In the meantime, however, the hedgehog had picked up the camera and approached the two lovers to get a more intimate shot. Pulling the lens closer to Ryan and Jake's faces, he had captured their opposite yet strikingly similar expressions. They were ones of pleasure, of dismay, of lust, of motionless cerebral capacity. They were as if swallowed up in an oblivion that obliterated the senses; they were alone, intangible, two entities transfixed on a higher, metaphysical dimensional plane.
Then, retroceding, he had framed their genitals, especially the wolf's immense dick. A white coating of sweat and semen had formed between it and Jake's buttocks, very large and viscous. Sperm was overflowing from the baby's anus, soiling the sheets deep inside, giving off a musky, pungent scent. Jake's father had approached the bed with squinted, incredulous eyes. He lacked breath and thus lacked the strength to utter a word. He had cum in him! It was the one exclamation that bounced around in his brain.
He fell to his knees and stood there contemplating the scene, deprived of all vital energy.
Ryan gasped for another minute without separating from Jake, finally kissed him on the cheek lovingly and whispered one last thing to him, “Thank you, baby.”
He pulled away from him with great difficulty, his slimy cock leaking out carrying with it a torrent of cum from Jake's anus. The little hole had been enlarged to such an extent that from the outside it was possible to see its inner walls carpeted in white. The wolf got out of bed, removed the broken condom, and abandoned it on the floor. “I need a cigarette.” Said in a calm and relaxed tone, the hedgehog took one last shot of the boy: his slapped diaper, his dirty and stripped buttocks, his face deformed by pain and wet with tears, the inability of his thin lips to formulate any sound, then turned off the recording. “Great, great indeed! Oh yes, the cigarettes are in the bag, oh I see you've already provided.”
Yes a clink was heard, it was the lighter, the flame lit the tip of the cigarette, the wolf inspired a long puff and released it into the air, sighing with satisfaction. The hedgehog hurriedly put the equipment in his bag, after which he took out a roll of banknotes. He approached Jake's father, a little embarrassed. “Oh, I'm really sorry about the condom, these things happen, you know, occupational hazards I call them! Here's the money, give us a call if you wish to do it again, I hope you have the best! Jake, thank you very much, you are a natural born star! Ryan, let's go have a drink to celebrate!”
The two left the room as calmly and quietly as they had entered, and Jake's father was left alone in the company of his son.
They did not speak to each other. The man picked up the ball of money from the floor, turned it over in his hands, stared at it, and a tear ran down his face in a near-perfect line.