Daniel was furious. Yet again, just like always, Davy had managed to charm or manipulate his way into getting what he wanted. And what his younger brother wanted this time was his own boyfriend. He planned to talk things out with Dasher but being sent pics of Davy’s cum-coated dick and being told that Dasher had taken him out…it was all too much for the older cat. 


He couldn’t understand why Davy always got his way. It was like the world bent to the brat’s whims. Nobody ever saw him for the vindictive little tyrant he truly was. And now Davy had taken away one of the remaining good things in his life. The younger cat in question was already there when he got back from work. Daniel didn’t have the strength to face him and his smirk. He just retired to his room and festered in the hurt and anger until… 


 In the middle of the night, Daniel suddenly got up and packed his things up. He didn’t call Dasher like he planned too or anyone else for that matter. Doing it all himself, he was hauling out whatever he could stuff into his car and as dawn started to break out over the horizon, Daniel’s car was started up and he was driving off. There was no particular place he had in mind, he just knew that he needed to leave, to get as far away from Davy as he could. He was finally done with the endless game and reminders that no matter how hard he tried, he could never compete in any way with his little brother. 


When Davy woke up to find that Daniel and many things were gone he was at first disappointed. The cub was prepared to berate his sibling for losing yet another boyfriend to a kid but instead the adult cat had up and ran, deciding to give up entirely. Davy found it funny but now he was truly home alone and without any means of taking care of himself. So he called his parents and lucky for him they were already on their way there, arriving in town that morning. 


The next person that Davy called was Dasher. The ferret was quick to come, maybe because he was worried about the kid or maybe he was hoping for something more. He was feeling overwhelmed, seeing that Daniel was gone and Davy would soon be leaving with his parents. What was he supposed to do now? 


”Honestly!” Davy’s mother huffed when they came to get their son. “He was always dramatic but up and leaving Davy to fend for himself!” 


”Thanks for watching him, Dasher,” Davy’s dad said. 


The two were honestly unsurprised. They had done their best with Daniel but he grew up to be a pushover, not standing up for himself and being quick to run from adversity. Dasher being the latest of many boyfriends wasn’t a surprise either. But they liked the ferret, seeing him as someone kind and stepping in to look after Davy was a major relief for them. Their assumption was that Daniel was just acting out like he was Davy’s age and that he would be back sooner or later. 


Davy was thrilled while packing up his things. Now that Daniel was gone he had free reign over Dasher. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Daniel realized that he couldn’t compete, not while he’s still a kid and not in the future either. There was nothing to get in his way and Dasher was all his. 


Dasher, for his part, was greatly torn. He loved Daniel, truly loved him, but he couldn’t deny that there was so much about Davy that drew him in. Even if it was dangerous, the cub made him feel wanted in a way that Daniel hadn’t in a long time. The thought of driving Daniel away made his heart ache but at the same time he didn’t want to lose Davy either. 


Davy came into the living room and his parents took his things, putting them into the car, leaving the kid and adult alone. 


”I gotta go back home,” Davy said with a shrug. He was honestly glad to go back there but that would mean being far away from Dasher. “You should move there. It’s a nice place.” The young cat made it sound like a suggestion but he was actually giving the ferret instructions, taking Dasher’s home and entering the address. It was a great distance away but without Daniel what else did he have?


***


It took another 2 months for Dasher to get there eventually after finally getting a transfer at his job and selling a lot of his things. It took several more days of driving for him to reach the affluent town where Davy and his parents lived. Even though he still had a job, Dasher needed time to find an apartment so he made the choice to approach Davy’s parents and ask if he could stay in their home for a bit. They were surprised to see him and he explained about the job transfer but made it seem as if it was an opportunity for himself, completely of his own volition. 


They seemed a bit hesitant at first but Davy appeared and was assistant on letting him stay. His parents softened up, still seeing their older son’s ex-boyfriend as someone nice, caring, and responsible. Someone that had looked after Davy when his own older brother up and left him overnight. Dasher insisted that it would just be until he got his check and he could sleep on their couch, offering to do household chores. They allowed him in and Dasher was soon settled in, much to his relief and Davy’s delight. 


Dasher was expecting Davy to do something but for the first two days he was just acting casually, sometimes sitting on the couch next to Dasher to watch cartoons. He didn’t even flirt or make comments about his dick, even when his parents weren’t around. It was honestly jarring. 


But on the night of the third day, Dasher was sleeping on the couch when he was suddenly jostled awake by a small but insistent hand on his shoulder. When his eyes opened, Dasher was instantly met with the slightly blurred visage of Davy, his mischievous grin glinting in the darkness. 


”Dasher,” the boy hissed. “I can’t sleep. Can you help me?” Before Dasher could respond, Davy was already pulling him from the couch and onto his feet. He led the ferret down the hallway and to his bedroom. Once they were inside and the door was shut, Davy turned his attention to Dasher, pulling down his pants and revealing something that made Dasher’s breath catch in his throat. 


Davy’s dick was huge and throbbing as usual but it looked bigger. At first Dasher assumed that it was just because he was tired. But as Davy gripped his own cock the adult realized that it wasn’t his imagination. The cub’s dick had gotten significantly longer and thicker. “Oh, you’ve noticed!” Davy said with a giggle. “My dick got a growth spurt. Got five inches longer and an inch-and-a-half thicker. 


Dasher couldn’t speak, he was just gawking at the now 20 inch boycock that was looking even more out of place attached to the tween’s body. His balls looked even bigger too. Along with a greater size the foreskin seemed thicker and the veins were more pronounced, swelling as the whole thing pulsed. “Mrrgh..! I can’t fucking sleep with this thing like this,” Davy groaned. He had waited a few days on purpose since Dasher arrived but he just couldn’t stand it anymore. “So help me out.” 


Dasher took a moment to think instead of immediately hopping into the cub’s great maleness. The bedroom belonging to Davy’s parents was literally across the small hallway. Getting caught was the last thing he needed. 


”Don’t worry about them. They're asleep. They won't hear a thing. Just focus on this!” Davy said, giving his cock a stroke. Pulling back by the fat skin exposed the tip and suddenly a wave of raw, nose-burning musk smacked Dasher’s senses. He immediately felt his mouth watering and any lingering worry was shoved aside. “O-okay…” he whispered, swallowing nervously. “But can we make it quick?”


Davy didn’t answer that, instead he pointed to his bed. Looking around the room Dasher could see that it clearly belonged to a kid. The walls were lined with posters of various cartoons and comics. There was an action figure on the end of the bed and the cover was a printed spread of some kind of hero show. It made Dasher honestly feel somewhat sick, another hard reminder that Davy was a kid, even if he was hung like a horse. 


But there was also the smell of his pungent musk and the print on the cover was stained in various places, streaks and splotches of faded white that also had strong lingering scents attached to them. For as young as he was there was also a conflicting matureness. He was potent and knew how to make him feel good and after months of not seeing each other, Dasher felt himself aching for it. 


Leaning against the mattress and sticking his ass out, Dasher was presented for Davy. The boy’s hands were quick to pull down his pants and underwear. Davy then laughed at the sight of Dasher’s ass already being plugged and he could see the bright pink of the cock cage’s plastic. 


”You really kept using those? You really were waiting for me this whole time…” Davy teased. As far as the cage was concerned, Dasher couldn’t take that off himself as Davy still had the key and probably lost it by now. But he had gotten used to it, needing nothing more than the dildo that Davy had bought for him to get off. He used the plug to keep himself easy to penetrate, just as Davy told him too. But since Davy had grown since the last time he saw each other, Dasher felt a mix of excitement and dread, realizing that his toys wouldn’t be enough to make things easy for him. 


”I missed this hole. And I just broke my fleshlight last week,” Davy said as he gripped the end of the plug and wrenched it free. Dasher cried out, his hole making a deep slurp sound. Using the plug everyday, he kept his ass lubed, a thick string of the fluid keeping the rim and the end of the toy connected. Putting it aside, Davy got right behind Dasher and tapped his cocktip against the stretched hole. He thrust forwards and even with all the training his ass had been through, Dasher was instantly finding it a strain to handle Davy’s greater size, feeling a jolt of pain from being stretched and then a flash of pleasure from having his walls stimulated by hot, throbbing flesh. 


His powerful thrust drove his entire length inside in one swift movement. Dasher couldn't help but groan as he felt the deep penetration, followed by the slow withdrawal. The ferret's body was pushed against the bed with each forceful thrust, intensifying the pleasure. Davy's breath quickened at the heat and tightness of the hole surrounding him, despite it being a familiar tailhole that had been used and filled repeatedly. The passage eagerly stretched around the small cat's cock, welcoming it back in with each thrust.


The forceful penetration was unrelenting, plunging deep into Dasher's rear as the width rubbed against his tender insides, releasing pre-cum that helped lubricate the act and added a scorching, slippery touch for Davy. Dasher was consumed by a blend of pain and pleasure, resulting in him groaning and grasping the bedding tainted with the aroma of cat musk.


Davy's relentless thrusts maintained a steady rhythm, each powerful movement pushing Dasher's body to new heights of pleasure. The initial ache of being stretched around the cub's impressive, musky cock had transformed into an intoxicating sensation that consumed him entirely. Dasher could feel the throbbing between his legs, his precum escaping the confines of his chastity cage, a tangible sign of his arousal. As Davy delved deeper, exploring the depths of his being, Dasher couldn't help but succumb to the overwhelming desire that coursed through him. With a forceful thrust that hit just the right spot, Dasher's voice escaped in an exclamation of bliss.


With each forceful thrust, Davy propelled Dasher into a deeper state of ecstasy, eliciting heightened moans that reverberated through the room. Never before had the ferret been so vocal when Daniel took him. As their bodies moved in perfect harmony, Dasher's symphony of pleasure intensified, filling the air with a chorus of moans, grunts, groans, and panting that grew louder with every passing second. Davy, too, let his voice be heard, emitting primal grunts, feral growls, and the explicit sounds of their bodies colliding, intensifying the raw passion between them.


Dasher's anticipation grew with each rough thrust, his ass being claimed by the cat's massive member, expertly brushing against his prostate. The ferret's body tensed, his climax imminent. Despite his own impending release, Davy showed no signs of slowing down. Collapsing onto Dasher's back, the cat's weight snapped the ferret back to reality. Before he could regain his bearings, another powerful slam plunged deep into his tight, pulsating hole, overwhelming him with pleasure.


Dasher reached his breaking point. As he buried his face in the sheets to conceal his embarrassment, he released his essence. Streams of his passion burst forth, splattering the cage, the blankets, and the floor. Gasping for breath, the ferret kept releasing, moaning and trembling with each wave of pleasure that consumed him. Meanwhile, Davy took advantage of Dasher's tight grip to reach his own climax.


A guttural grunt escaped his lips as the initial burst erupted, branding the other man's ass with his scorching and musky climax. Deep within, Dasher could feel the heat and stickiness blossoming, gradually spreading outward. Davy's cock gently ground against the tight walls, leaving its mark as the hot fluid rushed back, coating the anal walls in layers. However, the majority surged forth with such force and potency that it weighed heavily on Dasher's stomach. The ferret reveled in the sensation of his belly being inflated by the impressive amount of cum expelled by the cub. Davy gave it his all until the final stream of release shot from his tip. Only then did he withdraw, delivering a firm slap of his semi-hard dick against the groaning ferret's smooth buttocks.


After about a minute, Davy slid off of the adult and took a few steps back, his expression a mixture of relief, satisfaction, and something else that Dasher couldn’t quite put his finger on. "Thanks, Dasher," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I needed that."


Dasher nodded and with the plugged shoved into his ass again, the ferret was left to sneak back into the living room. He could only hope that neither of Davy’s parents heard… 


The next morning,  Davy and Dasher sat together at the breakfast table, their parents chatting amiably with them as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Davy's mom had cooked up a hearty breakfast of pancakes and bacon, and the aroma filled the kitchen, making both boys' stomachs rumble in anticipation. As they ate, Davy's parents continued to engage them in conversation, asking about their day and their plans for the future. It was almost surreal for Dasher, given the events of the previous night.


He glanced over at Davy, who was currently talking about a new video game he'd been playing, his cheeks flushed with excitement. As they finished up their breakfast, Davy's dad cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Davy," he began, "we wanted to talk to you about something." Davy's expression only changed a bit and he glanced at Dasher, who felt a knot forming in his stomach. "We know about what happened last night," Davy's dad continued, "and we want you to know that we're not angry with you, or with Dasher."


Davy's mom placed a comforting hand on her son's shoulder. "It's not that we condone you doing..things like that with adults, of course," she said gently, "but we understand why you might have done it. You're a very affectionate boy, and you've always had a big…you know. We don't blame Dasher for being tempted by that." Dasher felt a lump forming in his throat as he listened to them speak. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.


"And Dasher," Davy's father continued, "we appreciate your patience and understanding with our son. You've been nothing but kind to him, and for that, we're grateful. We know he can be a handful, especially when he gets...horny. Which he is all the time. We just ask that you two just be safe."


Dasher couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions as he listened to Davy's parents speak. Part of him was relieved that they weren't angry, but another part of him was confused. He wasn't expecting their reaction at all. He glanced over at Davy, who was casually finishing up his breakfast. 


"You know," Davy's mother interjected gently, "it's not uncommon for boys to explore their sexuality at this age. It's a natural part of growing up. And I think it's wonderful that Davy found someone like you, Dasher. You'll be a good influence on him."


As they finished their breakfast, Davy went out to go to school while Dasher left for work after offering to wash the dishes. Once they were alone, the parents exchanged knowing glances, clearly pleased with the way things had turned out. Dasher, on the other hand, was still struggling to process what had happened. He felt a strange mix of emotions: gratitude, confusion, and a twinge of guilt. He knew that what they had done was wrong, but if Davy's parents were really okay with it…


In time Dasher managed to get himself a studio apartment. As he laid on a couch, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but feel a sense of both accomplishment and dread. The place was beautiful, spacious, and well within walking distance of Davy's house. The rent, however, was outrageous but Dasher did what he had to do to be close to Davy. Davy and his big, fat dick was all he had. 


Davy came over the day after Dasher settled in and had everything set up. He strutted in as if he owned the place, his eyes looking around hungrily. “Well, well, well,” he said smugly. “Look at my little studio. It’s even cuter than I imagined.” 


Dasher smiled up at him, feeling a familiar flutter in his stomach. "I'm glad you like it, Davy."


Davy plopped down on the couch beside Dasher and reached over to run his fingers through Dasher's hair. "So," he said, grinning wickedly, "are you going to give me a tour of the place?" Before Dasher could answer, Davy had pulled his hand down to his bulging crotch. Dasher felt Davy's erection press against his hand, and it made him bite his lip. "After you suck out my nut first."


With that, Davy pushed Dasher off of the couch, making the ferret kneel on his knees. He reached down and unfastened his pants, revealing his already-hard cock. Dasher reached up, wrapping his hand around the huge sweaty thing, and gave it a few firm strokes. Davy threw his head back with a moan, his eyes closing tightly. "That's it, Dasher," he groaned. "Now suck it. Suck it like you mean it." And with that, Dasher complied, guiding Davy's cock into his waiting mouth, sucking hungrily as he felt Davy's hips buck forward, thrusting deeper.


Dasher felt a mixture of pleasure and guilt, of desire and submission. He knew that this wasn’t right in any way. He was pushing himself beyond his means so he could be with a cub. Davy's parents approved it; they were happy to have their son out of the house, and they were more than willing to keep the secret until Davy was old enough for it not to be a scandal. And as for Dasher, well, he couldn't imagine living without Davy's cock in his mouth or his ass anymore and used their permission as justification. 


Davy's movements became more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared climax. His grip on Dasher's hair tightened painfully, but Dasher didn't dare protest. He just continued to suck and stroke, determined to make Davy feel good, to make him cum. And finally, with a hoarse cry, Davy came, his hot seed filling Dasher's mouth, spilling over his lips and down his chin.


Dasher swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of Davy even as his own body trembled with desire. He wanted more. He always wanted more of Davy. But for now, he contented himself with the knowledge that Davy was here, with him, and that they would do this again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. Because that was just how it would be between them from now on.


Davy was gone often but his parents weren't worried. They trusted Dasher to keep their son in line. Besides, it was better to have Davy out of the house and getting some attention from Dasher. They didn't have to deal with his bratty behavior or clean up his cum stains anymore. 


Davy came over after school, making a beeline for the bedroom, stripping off his clothes as he went. Dasher glanced up from where he was sitting at the desk, finishing up Davy's homework. He smiled to himself as he heard Davy’s giggling coming from the bedroom. It was almost becoming routine; Davy would come over, fuck Dasher's brains out, and then leave again before dinner.


Dasher waited until he heard the boy call for him. He made his way into the bedroom. Davy was already lying on the bed, his head thrown back, one hand curled into a fist above his head. He looked so sexy, all spread out like that. Dasher walked up to the bed, kneeling between Davy's spread legs. He ran his hand up Davy's thigh, feeling the musky heat emanating from his skin. 


Without further ado, Dasher reached down and undid Davy's pants, pulling them down over his hips. Davy's cock sprang free, already half-hard. Dasher took it in his hand, stroking it gently, watching as it grew harder under his touch. Davy let out a low groan, his hips bucking up into Dasher's hand. "God, Dasher," he breathed, "I've been thinking about this all day."


Dasher smiled, leaning forward to take Davy's cock into his mouth. He sucked hungrily, feeling the familiar taste of Davy on his tongue. As he sucked, he reached up with one hand, gently fondling a nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Davy let out a strangled cry, thrusting his hips upwards, pushing deeper into Dasher's mouth. Dasher moaned around him, feeling Davy's length slam into his throat.


He knew that this wasn't a real relationship, that Davy didn't really care about him beyond his body. But he didn't mind. It was enough for him to know that Davy came to him whenever he needed release, that Dasher was there to take care of him. And as long as Davy kept coming back, Dasher was more than happy to keep doing whatever it took to make him feel good.


After a while, Davy's hips began to buck wildly, his cries growing louder. Dasher felt the hot spurt of cum on the back of his throat, felt it trickle down his chin. He swallowed, relishing the strong taste, as Davy's body went limp beneath him. With a satisfied smile, Dasher leaned back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "All better now?"


Davy chuckled weakly, his eyes still closed. "Yeah," he murmured, "thanks, Dasher." And then he rolled over onto his side, already half-asleep. Dasher smiled, watching him for a moment before standing up and straightening his clothes. He knew he had to get back to his homework, but for now, he could just enjoy the afterglow of having made Davy feel good. It was the closest thing to real affection he had.


As he made his way back to the living room, he thought about how strange it was that he didn't mind this arrangement. He could have had any number of other partners, but he'd chosen to be with Davy. Maybe it was because Davy was so damn irresistible, or maybe it was just the thrill of being wanted by someone so powerful. Whatever the reason, Dasher knew that for now, this was enough.


He sat down at the desk, picking up Davy's homework where he'd left off. As he worked, he couldn't help but wonder what Davy would want to do tomorrow. Would he come over again? Would they go to the movies like they'd talked about? Or would Davy just use him again, like he had tonight? He didn't mind; he was just grateful for the attention, however fleeting it might be.


Davy would sometimes stay over for multiple days straight. His bratty nature would have him demand things from Dasher and he would provide them for the boy. But Davy would never thank him for any of it, even though he cooked, cleaned, and did Davy's homework whenever asked. The only reward he got was having one of his holes stuffed by Davy. 


But it wasn't for his sake. It was always because Davy wanted to drain his balls.


Dasher knew this, but he didn't mind. He loved the way Davy looked at him, like he was the most important person in the world. Even when Davy was being a complete ass, Dasher couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire. It was like Davy had some sort of hold on him, some invisible string that kept pulling him back in.


 He was always the one who did everything around the house, from cooking to cleaning, and even taking care of Davy's laundry. Davy now insisted that he was Dasher's boyfriend. And while Dasher didn't mind the idea of being together, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment every time Davy reminded him that he had given up his life for him.


Dasher's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Davy's voice. "Where's my dinner?" he demanded, stalking into the living room. Dasher  had already prepared Davy's favorite meal. But he knew better than to offer it to him. Instead, he remained silent and waited for Davy to notice it on the table.


As if reading his mind, Davy's gaze flickered over to the dinner table and a satisfied smile spread across his face. "Ah, dinner's ready. You really are the best boyfriend a guy could ask for," he purred, walking over to sit down at the table. His moods were explosive, a whining tantrum one moment and then saying nice things the next. 


Dasher hated how much he enjoyed the way Davy complimented him though, how they made him feel wanted and needed. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but crave the attention, even if it was tinged with cruelty. He sat down across from Davy and as they began to eat, Davy's gaze kept flickering over to Dasher, assessing him, making him feel hot and bothered.


Even if Davy was always cruel to him, Dasher had to admit that he liked it. He wanted it deep down. He loved being treated that way. And he'd never cum harder than when Davy was the one fucking him and he could only really cum when Davy's cock was inside of him, his own cock made useless by being locked in a cage for months.


"So," Davy said between bites, "what do you want to do tonight?" Dasher knew what Davy really meant: he wanted to fuck. Their relationship had become a cycle of food, sex, and sleep. And while Dasher secretly loved it, he couldn't help but feel like there had to be more to their lives together. He wanted to go on dates, hold hands in public, share little moments of intimacy that didn't involve their bodies. But every time he tried to bring it up, Davy would just laugh and tell him that he was being silly, and he was being silly. After all: Davy is a kid. 


He glanced up at Davy, trying to read his expression, and decided to play along. "I don't know," he said, swallowing hard. "What do you feel like doing?" 


"How about you come to my soccer game tomorrow?" Davy asked rather innocently. Dasher blinked in surprise. It was the first time he'd ever mentioned anything that didn't involve them being together. He opened his mouth to respond, but then quickly closed it again. Maybe this was the chance to start doing something together that didn't involve sex. Maybe they could have a normal date. "I'd love to come," he said finally.


Davy grinned, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Great," he purred. "You'll see, it'll be fun." He winked at Dasher, and for a moment, Dasher felt a warmth spread through his chest. Maybe things weren't so bad between them after all.


 "You're so obedient. Now hurry up and eat your dinner like a good boy."


Dasher obeyed, sitting down across from Davy at the table. As they ate, Davy's comments alternated between compliments and insults, making Dasher's skin crawl one moment and flush with desire the next. He couldn't deny that there was something addictive about this twisted relationship, this game they were playing where power shifted with each word spoken. And every time Davy locked eyes with him, Dasher knew that he was losing another piece of himself, willingly giving in to the darkness that had consumed him since he had met Davy…