Rick woke up that morning as he always did before. The little eight year old cheetah washed his teeth, got dressed, and then went downstairs to eat the breakfast his father had prepared to him.

"Good morning son. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah dad. Can I go play with my friends?"
"Sure. Just don't be late for dinner."

James then watched his son leave. His wife had died a year before, and his son was the person he most loved in the world. He just wished they were more time together.

It was a winter day, so the ground was naturally covered in pure white snow. Few if any furs were outside that day, except for the cubs, which always love to play outside; since it was Saturday, they didn't had to go to school. Since nobody was there aside they could play around very safely, or so they thought. Rick sonly met his best friend. Joey was a kangaroo just a bit older than Rick, who had befriended him when they were still in the kindergarten. Since then they had been best friends, and they loved spending time with each other.

  Besides Joey, other of his friends were also there, including Carla the vixen. The rest of the day was a pretty normal fun winter day (well, fun at least to them); not long before Rick's arrival they were already playing snow ball fights, before starting to make angels in the snow and a snowman. Soon, lunch time arrived, and Rick went to Joey's house, where his mother greeted them with warm soups. They were, however, unaware of a pair of golden eyes that watched them...

Sonly after they entered they were already out again; this time, they would play hockey. There was a big lake in the middle of the park; in the summer, cubs would go there to swim, as well as to feed the ducks and the fish. In the winter, however, the lake was frozen; whatever water remained was covered by an ice cover of at least one meter of diameter, which offered the cubs a safe place to play hockey. The game lasted quite a while, and Rick and Joey's team was winning. Only one more score and they would win for today. However, Carla (who belonged to the opposite team) accidentally had kicked the disc out of the field, which landed a few yards away, on the top of a motorcycle, before it felt again and then it rolled until it reached an alley.

  "I'm going to get it" said Rick.
"But it was Carla that had thrown it. She should go fetch it" said Joey.
"I didn't thrown it; I kicked it!" she said.
"I don't mind go picking it."

Saying this, the cheetah kitten went to fetch the disc.

"Good luck Rick..."


The alley was quite dark. Rick had never been there before, but some of his friends claimed to be a good place to play alone or to play hide-and-seek, as nobody would look for you there, and even if they did there were still plenty of places you could hide on. Rick found the disc next to a door, at the bottom of the alley. He picked it up, but as soon as he turned around he tripped on the floor. He then looked up, and saw an adult wolf, probably on his early twenties. He was dressed like a biker, and seemed to be one; the motorcycle at the alley's end was probably his. His golden eyes, the same that watched Rick before, were now focused on his prey.

"Where did ya think ya goin'?"
"T-to give my friends that hockey disc over there."

The wolf then picked it up and threw it in the park's direction.

  "Yer not goin' anywhere."

Before the kitten could scream for help the wolf had placed a paw in his mouth to silence him. He then the grabbed the whimpering cub with his remaining paw by the scruff, and kicked the door, opening it. He then threw the struggling feline to a bed in the middle of the room, before closing and locking the door.

That room was a very dark one, with no light except the thin sunrays that passed throw the cracks in the door. Never before on his life was Rick so scared. He tried to run away, but his wolf captor grabbed him by the scruff, preventing him from getting out of the bed.

"Please don't kill me!"
"Kill you? Oh, I won't kill you; in fact, I would prefer you to be alive."

The whimpering cub was very confused.

"What you're gonna do to me?"

The wolf then chuckled, and then used his remaining paw to remove the cub's pants, leaving his underwear though. Even in the surrounding darkness the wolf could see the cub well; the sight of his but cheeks pressed against the tight underwear immediately aroused the canine. He then took his trousers off, freeing his long canine cock, and then pressed it against the little cheetah's ass. Rick didn't understood what was happening until he turned his head and saw in shock his captor's massive penis.

  "Please sir, let me go! I'm not gay."
"How do ya know? You're little a cub!"

Now that the wolf said that, Rick thought better about his own life. After all, hadn't he rejected Carla when she asked him to be his boyfriend? Hadn't he often stared at the other boys naked in the locker room and at the showers? Hadn't he done the same to his father at home? And could it be that he had a crush on his best friend? After all, they were quite close, even for best friends. He remembered once when they were both at his house and explored each other's bodies with their little paws, even going as far as touching each other's genitals. And neither felt ashamed. Besides, in sleepovers they usually slept in the same bed, and enjoyed it. Maybe Joey was gay as well.

And what if they were gay? It could be a secret; nobody had to know.

His thoughts were interrupted when the wolf pressed a little harder at the boy's rump. He then got up, and placed himself at Rick's front. His cock then started teasing his muzzle.

"Suck it bitch."

  Rick didn't like when people called him names, but he saw no other choice other than obeying to this wolf. In part, because if he didn't things would go really bad, and in part because he was actually curious about gay sex. In addition, the wolf's musk started to make the little kitten crazy.

Eventually, he started licking the cocks head. The taste wasn't that bad, although he surely had tasted better things in his lifetime. Drops of precum soaked his muzzle, indicating that the wolf was enjoying the attention.

"Oh, yeah! Lick it all!"

No more words were required for the kitten to continue. He passed his tongue all over the organ, including the knot, which was still not in its full size. More drops of precum came out, soaking Rick's shirt and face. Not before long, the wolf ordered the little cub to grab his penis and to stroke it, while licking it. Not before long the kitten started sucking the big dick he was licking.

The wolf had never felt so much pleasure before. Despite the fact that it was the cub's first time, he was already an expert at blowjobs. All this only lasted a minute, as the wolf came all over the kids face. Again, its was not the world's best flavour, but still better than the food served at school.

  "Let's see what else you can do", said the wolf, now panting heavily. If he could, he would keep this kitten forever, but he knew he couldn't. "Lay on you back."

Rick did so, curious about what would come next. Certainly it was not the moment in which he would be fucked, as that would be very difficult to do in that position.

"Now, I want you to stroke my cock with your feet."

Not even two seconds passed before Rick was doing as told. Once again, he did it so well that it didn't took long before the wolf came all over his shirt. That cheetah is really talented, the canine thought. It wasn't enough thought.

A few moments later the wolf took off the kitten's underwear, exposing his bare butt cheeks. He then slapped them with his paw, making the cheetah whimper. He slapped again; spanking aroused the canine. He continued do spank harder, until his victim started to scream in pain.

"Please stop! It hurts!"

"Scream as you please, little whorish slut. Nobody's gonna save you, and I ain't gonna stop."

Eventually, the wolf stopped spanking the little cub. His butt cheeks were burning in pain, and tears run down his face. All of this aroused the wolf even more. He then laid the poor cub on the bed again; his body was lying on the side, and his little rump was directly in front of the wolf's cock. All the wolf did was pressing the tip of his dick on the little cherry, which clearly never had anything inside. Precum drops already soaked the little ring of flesh. The little teasing had made the cheetah's pain been forgotten, and an odd pleasure was now running across his veins. The same sensation of being intimate with Joey, the same feeling as seeing other boys naked. That sensation didn't last long.

  With a single movement the wolf's cock slipped inside Rick's anus. The wolf had never felt something as tight as that in his entire lifetime. He already felt trapped inside the little boy before his knot was already in its full size.

Rick, hand, was in pure suffering. The wolf's member stretched his insides as they never were before, and another scream of pain escaped from his muzzle.

"Please take it out! It's too big!"

"What's the matter slut? Can't you take a man properly?"

The wolf then started to thrust into the kid; if the previous agony was horrible this one was a living hell. The entire length of the wolf's cock was inside the little cheetah, except for his knot, which remained outside for a while. Soon the thrusts became faster and faster, and the wolf's enjoyment increased, while the cub's pain became bigger. His gut eventually grew numb due to the pain, except for his prostate; a burning pleasure started to form. Eventually, the pain had met a balancing force, making it more bearable.

The wolf's knot grew bigger. Still outside the kitten's body, it slapped against Rick's rump; the inner areas that escaped the spanking were now under attack. The wolf became drunk with pleasure; he wanted to knot with the kitten and cum inside him for hours. With one strong thrust he pushed his chunk of flesh inside the already sore hole, and the cub released another scream of pain.

  Sonly after the torture, the insides of the abused creature were filled by the typical white liquid. This made the pain leave his sore rump, but made him feel bloated.

"Please take it out. It too big, please take it out" said the cub, crying.

"I can't. You see, canines like me have a knot; it keeps us attached to our bitches during mating. Right now you are my bitch, and I'll fill you 'till my balls are empty. You cats have barbs, which do the same job."

That was the last thing the abused cub wanted to hear. Not only he endured the biggest torture he had ever felt, he also had to endure several minutes of a tie. He felt so full he swore he could explode. Then he remembered what the wolf said; since Rick was a feline, he surely had barbs. At least one day he would get his revenge...

The wolf felt like he was in Heaven. He was already thinking of the next time he would hump his new bitch. Then he looked down, at the kittens face. What he saw broke his heart in every sense of the word. The poor thing was still crying, and for the first time in his life the wolf felt remorse. He then remembered that first time when he was younger, when his own uncle did the same torture to him. The abused had become the abuser, and he wanted now more than anything in the world to stop Rick's suffering. If at least he could take to knot out...

  "Hey, little guy, it'll be over soon" the abuser said, at a miserable attempt of making the kitten feel better. Then he embraced the little cub, and took him in his arms, while lying on his back. Despite all the pain, despite the knot trapped inside, Rick felt better. He felt like when his dad embraced him after he arrived from school: cared for, and loved.

Eventually, the knot came out, and neither of them realised they where free again for quite a long time. Eventually, they heard someone knock the door.

"Hey buddy, are you there?" came the voice of Joey.

"Please let me go sir."

"Why, its nice hugging you. I'm sorry of what I did to you." The wolf was being as honest as he could possibly be.

"Its okay, just don't do it again."

"Never again, I promise."

"And what if I want you to do it again?"