And so the shaving had been successful, and there was no longer any veil to prevent Derek from abusing those succulent childish treats. He stroked Ozy over his soft ears, running his fingertips over his perfectly smooth skin, then let his fingers descend down his neck to the protuberances of his spine. “Oh Ozy, my little Ozy...” He murmured to him with honeyed sweetness, meanwhile his naked cock had erected and was throbbing conspicuously. The glans pressed against the child's shoulder, sinking into the flesh. It was hot and full of blood, Ozy felt the heat emanating from that contraption and felt terror and revulsion at the highest levels. He closed his eyes and began to cry again, but Derek quickly intervened and licked the tears away from his face, taking pleasure in the salty aftertaste. “You needn't fear, little darling...” He freed him from the ropes and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him from the chair as if he were weightless. Ozy nearly choked, the stag's hard hand pressing on his airway.
The cub was laid on top of a wooden counter, his back pressed against the hard, cold horizontal surface. Derek stood in front of him and spread his thighs, palpated them by sinking his fingers into the flesh, the inner thigh was the softest area and the deer made sure to fully taste the delicate and satisfying fullness. “You are magnificent, Ozy...” He said, biting his lips, and meanwhile gripped his cock by the base, turning it like a missile toward the pup's private parts. Ozy was still gagged, but his muffled cries managed to escape the fabric; Derek enjoyed them as if they were the best of symphonies. He placed a hand on his chest, felt the protruding bones press against his palm, slid it downward. He felt his navel, a small hole from which a little button of tender flesh leaked out. Then he descended again, and there was the shaved groin and the puppy's immature little cock. He stimulated it, squeezing it hard and then more gently, alternating the pressure discontinuously. With each pressure, the puppy vibrated. Derek let some saliva slip over his fingers, with it he lubricated his glans, impregnating its contours and tip. “Now comes the fun part.” He said, meanwhile Millie stared at him from behind, tearful, degraded in body and spirit.
Ozy tried to defend himself and resist the deer's domination, but Derek held him firmly still, with one hand directing the glans to his anus. It was a tiny, virgin, innocent little hole, seemingly too tight to hold such a fat, massive cock. But the buck showed unquestionable mastery, he rubbed the tip against the outer rim so as to spread as much saliva as possible and thus lubricate the entrance. Then he pushed in slowly, a light hip tap and the glans rested in the gap, another push and the tip penetrated inside, into the first few inches. Ozy blinked and emitted a deep moan of pain, a burning flash radiated from his lower abdomen throughout the rest of his body. He shuddered for a few seconds and then suddenly stiffened, including his rectal walls. Derek in turn sent a long, deep moan of enjoyment, Ozy's rectum sucking his cock inside in less than a blink. Those tight, tight walls crushed the glans in a vise, as if they wanted to squeeze his flesh from it. Derek didn't hesitate to thrust again, and although that dark, jousting cavern repelled him again and again, he plunged in feeling a growing enjoyment. “Oh yes, Ozy...” He whispered, as he spread one hand over his flat, snow-white belly and cupped his left thigh with the other. The cock penetrated, an immense basilisk of flesh in a ridiculously narrow gap. The prominence of the phallus emerged from beneath the pup's groin, the lump spread to his abdomen, it seemed as if a serpentine parasite brooded inside Ozy's stomach.
Ozy was no longer able to speak, producing only untranslatable motions, his innocent little eyes stared at the ceiling with a sense of blatant vacuity, observing and at the same time not observing at all. Derek sank down until his own groin rested against the puppy's anus, his entire cock was finally plunged into the rectal tunnel, every inch of it being pressed and stimulated. “Oh yes, oh...” The deer groaned again, unable to sustain such intense and prolonged enjoyment. Soon he withdrew his spear of flesh to commit one more frontal lunge, the pup's rectal walls gave the first signs of yielding and allowed themselves to be dilated by that vehement host.
The stag quickened the pace of the strokes, his comings and goings soon became furious, the thuds echoed sharply, as did the squealing of the fluids inside the rectum being turned from side to side. With each partial outflow of the cock, it brought with it succulent rivulets of anal fluids, and with each lunge, the puppy's legs suffered a violent and disturbing spasm. But it was precisely those spasms that made that comings and goings more enjoyable; Derek delighted in feeling the puppy vibrate beneath him. He loved that weak and helpless being, loved that inability to defend himself from his own dominance. “You are mine, little one...” she whispered tensing forward to him, and meanwhile his blows became furious and pounding, so much so that the wood under Ozy began to creak as his firm buttocks were pushed against it with bestial vehemence.
Derek began to perspire all over the pup, straining on top of him, their well-shaven skins rubbing against each other exchanging copious doses of sweat. The deer proceeded at a rapid pace, his cock poking out and in so fast that it was hardly visible to the naked eye. Ozy was in terrifying pain, the burning in his rectum had stunned him, Derek's powerful hands imprinting themselves into the flesh of his thighs and abdomen, leaving scarlet-red imprints that only a short time later would turn a purplish hue.
“Oh yes! Oh fuck...oh yes! I love your rat tail...it's so skinny and naked...” Derek ran a hand along Ozy's tail, squeezed it and ran it from side to side, appreciating its hardness under his palm. Then he returned to torment his abdomen. “Your belly button...” He leaned into it to lick and stimulate it with his fingers, the little button of flesh was as succulent to the touch as it was to the taste. “Oh fuck...you are so perfect...every part of you is just perfect! Without a single hair...” He ran his fingertips from one side of his chest to the other, delighting in the absence of fur. “Your nipples...” He drew his lips close to a nipple, nibbled and kissed it. “Um...it's so tender...I feel like eating it...”
Ozy sobbed again, sent a few weak cries, he was desperate, his brain had ceased to find a reason for what was happening.
Derek in turn began to spasm, lifted both arms and hardened his biceps, looked at his own reflection on a mirror placed a little further away and admired himself there. He was handsome, muscular, toned, and his huge cock throbbed in the tearful boy's rectum. It took only a few seconds of that vain display for him to reach an overpowering orgasm. A stream of semen charged into his testicles and flowed down his cock shaft with the speed of a bullet. A massive load of semen erupted from his urethra and filled Ozy's dilated rectum, soon squirting outward in hot, viscous rivulets. Derek clutched the boy to himself, held him tightly in his own muscular arms, breathed into his ears, laid his hands on his bare back, felt with his fingers his bulging angel shoulder blades and the bulges in his spine. “Oh yes...” One last moan, he remained attached to him for as long as it took to discharge inside him every last drop of his own seed. The cub's warm rectum took in as much nectar as it could, contracting and squeezing the cock as far as it could go.
When the deer finally separated from Ozy, the latter lay supine on top of the table with his vacant gaze turned toward the ceiling. He had lost consciousness, the trauma having upset his delicate sensory sphere. Derek picked him up from there and rested him on top of the chair, naked as a worm. More drops of succulent semen followed from Ozy's anus, soon forming a small puddle beneath him.
It was Millie's turn; the girl had soon looked away and turned her head away. Until the last moment she hoped Derek would not come near her. But when she felt the deer's hot breath on her own neck, she knew her turn had come.
With Mille, Derek was even more brutal. He freed her wrists by forcefully ripping away the rope, tearing at her delicate skin, grabbed her by the neck and threw her over the floor. Thousand crawled forward, sobbing and begging for mercy. “No...please...please...” She removed her gag, instinctively, and advanced toward an unspecified destination. Derek looked at her, stimulating his already erect cock. “Come here, sweetie, where do you think you're going?” He snickered, like a hyena, soon he was all over her. He knelt down and grabbed her by the hips, pulled her to him so he had her lean, bare buttocks within reach. “Oh yes, now it's your turn, sweetheart-where's your beautiful red fur, uh?” He grabbed her tail, a pathetic but succulent appendage of bare, shaved skin. He squeezed it tightly, and Millie moaned in pain, suddenly freezing. Derek pulled her even closer to him, slipped his cock between her thighs and held them so that the tender flesh could wrap around his phallus firmly. “Oh yes, you are so hot...” He pushed back and forth, lay on top of her and embraced her, laid his hands on her unripe breasts, teased her hard nipples, tweaked them with his index finger and thumb. Millie produced a chirp-like sound, wept and trembled like a weak leaflet caught in a storm. She was totally victimized by Derek, the deer, so imposing, amused himself with her aware of his dominance over that innocent little body. He caressed her chest and abdomen, went down to her navel, also a tender little button of flesh, then came to her private parts. He rubbed his fingertips up and down them along her wonderfully shaved groin, then descended again following the source of heat, reached her clitoris and pussy: a barely visible slit between her thighs, devoid of labia, simply as perfect as that of a baby doll. There Derek dipped his fingers in her juices, caressed that fiery region. “Your little pussy, Millie, I love your little pussy...it's so soft...” He slipped his index finger into the vagina, it was as delicate as silk and as hot as fire. “You are so tight, almost tighter than Ozy...you two are my new lovely toys...” He grabbed his cock and directed the glans upward, found the long-awaited orifice and pushed it in, violently forcing it open. Millie twisted forward, emitting a croaking cry, but Derek intercepted it and held her close firmly, forcing her to stay there with him for as long as he thought necessary. He penetrated her thoroughly, every last inch, pushed his own basilisk of flesh down to her cervix, enjoyed every moment. “Oh yes ... you're so darn hot and tight ... you're a good girl, Millie, a very good girl ... you're making me the happiest stag on the planet!” He began beating and drilling her back and forth, his cock widening the tunnel with each plunge. Millie was thunderstruck by the sudden pain, Derek shoved two fingers into her mouth stifling her moans. As he pounded her the thuds of the strokes became more intense, the puppy's buttocks vibrated with each impact without ever ceasing to sway, the pressure exerted on the cock was astonishing.