The lamps flashed on with an electric buzz, and suddenly, the entire general store was bathed in dazzling light. Nez dropped the box of crackers he was holding and plunged down to the floor, pressing himself against the next shelf as his mind exploded in terror. The mouse was quivering and scared shitless, unable to move a paw. Shit, how had the store owner found out? He had been extra sneaky and quiet! Whatever had led to this, he didn't have the time to ponder his failings. He had to get out now, preferably with his backpack and the loot he had sacked. He just had to sneak past that owner guy and out into the night, and the admittedly meager raid would still be a success.

Nez quickly panned his head, his whiskers twitching nervously and his ears pivoting as he tried to locate his enemy. If he wanted to have any chance at escaping, he had to avoid him at all costs. The store's owner was a lanky old hare, but the mouse was pretty sure that the guy had some tricks up his sleeve. He heard steps from the left aisle, so he quietly got on all fours and crawled to the right. But before he carelessly ran off, he leaned around the corner of the shelf and planned out the best path to the backdoor exit. The hare wasn't in sight anywhere, most likely behind him, and the way to freedom seemed clear.

"Hey, what are you doing here, pipsqueak?" the mouse heard him call. He had been spotted! That was his cue to start running. Nez pushed his feet into the ground and dashed forward hard enough that he almost tripped on the slippery tiles. His rosy tail whipped around as he took the corner with screeching heels and rushed down the aisle, turning into a blurry flash of gray fur and ragged clothes. At least that's what he liked to think he looked like.

The mouse turned his head to gauge how much of a lead he had and was greeted by a terrifying sight. That oh-so-old male showed some impressive physical skill as he casually jumped over several shelves and landed right in front of him with a loud thud. For a moment, thief and owner stood face to face. The tall, lean hare stared at him with a smug, victorious grin, his gigantic ears, sleek face, and intense auburn eyes making him look outright diabolical. "Surprise, you rascal!" In his right paw, he carried a rope with obvious intent. He was also barely dressed and only wore a pair of pants, leaving most of his graying chestnut fur bare.

Unfreezing from the initial moment of shock, Nez turned around and ran in the completely opposite direction. Just off and away from the immediate threat. If the path to the backdoor was blocked, he would just run to the front door instead. Dashing through the store, he reached the exit in no time and without further harassment. A quick peek back at his pursuer revealed that he hadn't even moved yet, eyeing him with a snide grin. Why wasn't the guy running after him? The thief found out the reason moments later when his shivering paws closed around the door handle. He pushed it down, but the door wouldn't give. Of course, it was locked! What had he expected?

Nez swiftly went through his remaining options. There were two shop windows next to the exit, one on each side, reaching from the floor to the ceiling and veiled by gray, wooden shutters. Maybe he should try to break through one? The mouse wasn't very big or heavy, but if he ran against the window with enough force, it should still break. However, this would leave him sitting in a mess of broken glass and shards, and he really had to hope that the impact wouldn't cut him up. Besides, Nez wasn't sure if the shutters would actually let him go or trap him.

No, escaping through the windows sounded like a terrible idea. Nez definitely wouldn't escape through the shop entrance. He hastily turned around and tried to race past the hare again. Though, this time, he had to rely on his agility because couldn't use the moment of surprise. In fact, he felt the owner's disappointed, dismissive stare on his hide the entire time, but the hare didn't even lift a finger, and that judging patience made Nez really uncomfortable. Very soon, the mouse found out that the lanky owner was just waiting to strike at the perfect moment. Suddenly, he leaped across the aisles, clearing half of the room in one jump, and once again demonstrated his superior leg strength before he crashed directly into the fleeing thief.

The impact of the other male's body pushed the air out of Nez'S lungs. That guy was twice his size and probably many times his weight. His legs never stood a chance, and he collapsed like a house of cards in a storm, crashing into the ground with a deafening thud. Everything turned into a world of hurt, and the crash flooded his poor brain with burning pain. Tears shot into his eyes, and the little air he had still left inside him escaped in a miserable whimper. 

Of course, the owner didn't have any mercy with the annoying thief. The hare got up from his body and shook off the collision as if it was nothing. Then he grabbed his arms and wrenched them behind his back, violently and crudely tying them together. The rodent's whimper swelled into a pitiful cry, and he clamored as the coarse texture of the rope cut into his skin. "Hey, not so rough!"

His reflexive complaint was met with a dirty chuckle. "Should've thought about that before trying to rob me, boy," the male grunted and pulled Nez up by the scruff until he looked straight into his face. His auburn eyes pierced right through his skin and into his soul. All of the thief's failures flashed before his inner eye as his captor scrutinized him coldly. Much to his surprise, the store owner didn't look overly angry, just very annoyed. "Tell me, what the hell are you doing here?" he accused. "You do know that I'll report you to the guards, right?"

A horrible shiver ran through Nez's spine as some very bad memories popped into his mind, raising his fur and striking fear into his heart. "Please, no! I can't... I can't go back! Jail's gonna kill me!"

"Give me one good reason why I should let you go. Come on, tell me what noble cause brought you into my locked store in the middle of the night. Surprise me." He demonstratively opened the rodent's backpack and pulled out a box of crackers, holding the evidence under his nose.

The gears in the mouse's head were turning fast while he frantically tried to come up with an excuse. He was pretty sure that he couldn't talk his way out of this mess, but perhaps there was a sliver of a chance. "Um, look... I was hearing noises from the store and went to investigate. I actually found a robber in your store! Can you believe it? He sadly managed to slip away, but I got his backpack before he escaped. So, yeah, here you go?"

His explanation conjured a smile on the hare's muzzle, but not the friendly, jolly kind. When the male opened his lips, Nez could hear the burning mockery in his words. "Oh, I'm overjoyed to hear that you brave young hero had the courage to corner a thief in my humble store. I'm sure you were just on the way to return the backpack and definitely not hiding it from me or trying to escape just now, right? Now, tell me, do you think I'm that stupid?"

Nez stared at him, neither nodding nor shaking his head, only trembling in silence. His fear grew stronger as a bunch of memories from his last stay in jail returned to haunt him. Right now, the mouse wanted to be anywhere but here or in jail, but the current course of events didn't really paint a rosy future for him, did it?

"Alright, you rascal. Let me sum it up for you. You broke into my store, stuffed your backpack with my goods, tried to run, and lied to me after I tied you down. You're a filthy thief and a dirty liar. Now tell me again: Why shouldn't I report you?"

In a desperate attempt to still appease the male, Nez offered to surrender his stuff. However, he quickly realized that he couldn't just hand it over because his paws were literally tied. "You can have my things if you like. Take my backpack, take my vest, take my shirt... take my pants?"

"You know that I could take them anyway if I wanted to? Not that I particularly care about your ugly backpack or your cheap clothes, thief, so keep them," the owner declared, shaking his head and sighing dismissively. He dropped the mouse back on the floor, got up, and sauntered off with unbearable slowness. 

He was going to call the guards now, wasn't he? More tears welled up in Nez's eyes, this time born from utter hopelessness. His future was set. He would return to jail before the day broke and have a terrible time. Small and weak as he was, he was a prime target for bullying and worse. And one day, so he feared, he would probably even die at the paw of a careless inmate. There was only one more thing he could offer. With a broken voice, he squeaked at the pitiless hare, "Hey! I could suck your dick!"

The owner stopped abruptly, freezing on the spot. Nez honestly couldn't tell if the male was outraged by the audacity of his offer or actually considering it. Then he saw him rubbing his chin. He was considering it, wasn't he? Finally, the lean male turned around, his paws sliding down to his waistband. With a casual movement, he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them to reveal that he wasn't wearing underwear. Nez already noticed a telling hint of pink. Then he shoved a paw into his pants and pulled his whole wang out, letting the fat meat flop down with an audible smack. That old hare was hung!

His captor put his paws on his hips and headed toward the fallen mouse with a lazy, raunchy grin on his thin lips. "So, you really wanna suck my cock? That's a mighty bold offer to make," he grunted, his dick lazily swaying from side to side as he walked. "You sure you wanna do this?" The hare stepped right in front of Nez's face. His long, slender feet were only mere inches away from the mouse's snout, filling his nostrils with a mix of dust and earth, so he tried his best not to breathe.

Nez sluggishly turned his head and stared at the limp cock dangling over him. From up close, it looked even more intimidating, and it wasn't even hard yet! Unfortunately, he had taken larger ones before. Just not...well... down his throat. He swallowed nervously and nodded awkwardly. Mustering all his courage and willpower, he repeated his offer, "Yeah, I'll suck your dick if you let me go after."

"You must really hate jail if you're so desperate to suck some old bloke's cock. But who am I to judge? I don't mind getting a blowjob as compensation for the nightly disruption," the hare chuckled. "However, I'm gonna tie my forgiveness to a few conditions. First, the rope stays on. Can't have you try anything funny. Second, don't even think about biting me or I'll make you regret it big time. Third, show some enthusiasm. I'm not gonna let you go for some half-assed blowjob. If it's shit, I'll call the guards, understood?"

"Sure," Nez groaned. As much as he hated doing this, he didn't have much of a choice. That male didn't even know how bad jail was. He would do almost anything to keep his freedom, even lick some ass if he had to. Not that he would tell his captor as long as a blowjob was enough to bail him out. The mouse's only worry right now was not living up to the owner's expectations. He didn't know what he expected him to do or what he considered good enough, but he would find out soon enough.

"Please, some more enthusiasm than that would be appreciated, boy. For starters, tell me how much you'd love to choke on my fat cock, will you?"

The mouse swallowed hard and put on his happy face, bending up his flaps. The grin felt fake and probably looked fake too, but that had to do. "Oh, there's nothing I love to do right now than gagging on your glorious erection, Mister. Please, let me have a taste of that delicious, huge cock of yours," he singsonged fulsomely.

The hare snorted with amusement, his smirk growing. "Sure, you rascal. Since you asked for it so nicely." He rudely grabbed him at his scruff and pulled him on his knees. The mouse's fake smile turned into a genuine grimace. He grunted through gritted teeth as a surge of dull pain shot from his neck through his body, his still-wet eyes filling with more tears. However, before the owner fed him his dick, he took a moment to examine the little male with shameless curiosity. Nez felt his inquisitive stare on his pelt as the hare slipped his fingers into his muzzle. He whimpered with weak disapproval as he tasted the salty, greasy flavor of the male's digits. Just like that, the hare pushed them in, hooked them behind his gums, and wrenched his jaw open to get a real good look at his mouth. After a few seconds, he let go with a satisfied hum and gave him a playful clap on the cheek. "I don't know what you're doing while you're not stealing other people's stuff, but you're in fairly good shape. That's going to feel real good."

Then the hare winked at him and grabbed his flaccid schlong. He lazily stroked it, waiting for it to fill with blood and become erect. With his eyes on one level with the male's crotch, Nez couldn't help but witness the entire process with nervous curiosity. The rosy skin of his captor's swelling dick was interspersed with countless veins, narrow and large ones, and it glistened with a thin but odorous layer of sweat. That hare didn't smell filthy, but the musk of a day or two definitely clung to that dick. The rounded tip was capped by a fairly effusive bit of stretchy foreskin. Even as it grew fully erect, it covered up most of the hare's glans, only half of his peehole peeking out. 

The size of the bloated tool really intimidated Nez. It was maybe three or even four fists long and pretty thick. That was going to be quite an ordeal to swallow, but the promise of freedom was more important than his sensitivities. That same promise flooded him with genuine excitement and encouraged him to do his best. His heart beat a little faster and he took a deep breath. He was really doing this! The mouse parted his lips, lowered his jaw, and stretched it as far as he could. This act would've been much easier to do with his paws free, but beggars can't be choosers. A subtle crack emerged from his joints as he loosened them up for the currently most important task of his life.

The owner regarded him with a satisfied grin, paws pushed into his hips again. His massive schlong was hard and ready to go, throbbing just a couple of inches in front of Nez's face. "That's it. Get ready, boy, and tell me when you're done preparing," he said. "Don't worry, I won't fuck you too hard. Just, don't expect me to go easy on you either." A crude laugh poured from his muzzle. That male really enjoyed his helplessness, didn't he?

Nez turned and gyrated his jaw for a little longer, stalling for as much time as possible while he mentally prepared for the inevitable face-fuck. Eventually, he noticed that the hare was getting impatient and urgently tapped his foot on the floor. Not keen on upsetting him by stalling too much, he gave the store owner an affirmative nod and demonstratively opened his muzzle as far as he could. He was as ready as could be, but at the same time, he didn't feel ready at all.

The larger male accepted the invitation and claimed his reward. However, he didn't go straight for the main prize. No, first, he had to humiliate the thief some more. He rubbed his prick across Nez's cheeks and face, squeezing out some pre and smearing it all over his shiny gray fur. A knot of disapproval formed in the mouse's chest. His fur was one of the few things he was proud of, but he didn't dare to speak up. The only noise he made was a helpless groan as the hare pushed his dick against his pink nose, waiting until he finally breathed inhaled, and sucked in all the sweaty musk.

"Good boy. Keep being obedient and I'll forget that we've ever met," the hare encouraged him. Then he finally stopped the aggravating teasing and pushed his tip into Nez's muzzle. Even after all the extensive stretching, he struggled with the male's massive girth. The pressure on his joint rose sharply and his eyes flowed over with tears, but he gritted his teeth, only figuratively of course, and took the fat dick. The owner's left paw moved on the back of his head while the other one guided the fat prick into his muzzle. Every breath Nez took was infused with the mature male's musky scent, and he couldn't ignore the taste that accompanied his dick. It was just as strong and salty as expected, palatable but definitely not his favorite. 

"You know, I'm only doing this because you're a cute boy," the hare grunted lasciviously. "And I must say, you look even better with my dick inside your fuckable face." His thumb stroked over the mouse's hair fur while he shoved his dick deeper into his mouth. A few raunchy growls escaped the male as he enjoyed himself, only shallowly penetrating Nez's muzzle and leaving his throat alone for now. The mouse didn't mind that his captor took his sweet time with him. It helped him get comfortable with his sheer size. Sure, he would've loved this ordeal to end sooner rather than later, but when it came to face-fucks, tender and slow was always better than rough and fast. He spoke from experience.

"Alright. Get ready, mousy. I'm going to shove it in now. Relax and just let it happen," the hare warned him. Nez reflexively took a deep breath, filling his lungs to the brim while he still could. He hadn't quite finished inhaling when the owner abruptly pushed forward, making him gag softly as his dick bumped against the back of his mouth. But the hare didn't let that stop him, and he insistently shoved it further, stretching his throat wide open. It took him quite some time and effort to sink his fat cock into the mouse's gullet, but he didn't stop until it was all the way inside. Only once Nez's nose bumped against the male's pubes, he stopped with a lusty grunt. "Ah, fuck, that's good. You're so tight!"

The hare playfully jostled Nez's hair fur before he gripped his head from both sides and started to pump his dick in and out of his throat. Grunting with growing lust, he slowly picked up the pace and pounded the mouse's throat into submission. For the time being, Nez just knelt there and took the increasingly vigorous face-fuck with helpless gags. His tears had dried up and he still struggled to cope with the massive cock, but it began to affect him in unexpected ways. Down below, he clearly felt the heat emerging from his loins. The musk, the taste, the lewd mixture of slurps and smacks, and his captor's oddly affectionate gestures were turning him on. That man wasn't just using him to satisfy his primitive urges, he was also making sure that his mousy toy was getting his fair share.  

Suddenly, something pressed against his crotch, rubbing against the fabric and his veiled dick. The mouse would've squeaked in surprise, but obviously couldn't as long as the fat throbbing cock meat blocked his throat. Nez looked down, curious what the store owner was doing there, and saw his huge foot rubbing against his crotch, giving him some extra attention. Not his preferred way of getting off, but it was more than he would've expected. His arousal was growing, blood rushed into his limp cock and swelled it into a nice little bulge in his pants.

"Getting excited, aren't we?" the hare snickered between heated huffs. He pulled his dick out for a moment, granting Nez a moment to breathe. "Alright, I'm getting closer. Gonna hammer it in until I nut, so brace yourself." He gave him a teasing pat on the cheek, then he rammed it back in. Once he was balls-deep again, he went to work with twice the vigor and hardness. He grunted and growled aggressively while pounding Nez senseless, his heavy balls smacking into his chin again and again. Spit was flying everywhere as his throat surrendered to the merciless assault, his mind blurred, he went cross-eyed, and just took it hard.

Even though the mature hare had called the orgasm, he had enough stamina to fuck Nez for another minute or so. Only then, his rhythm got unsteady and his thrusts slowed down to a crawl. With a guttural snarl, he rammed his dick down the mouse's throat one last time and came hard. Nez trembled helplessly while he experienced the full force of the male's ejaculation. His turgid cock tensed and throbbed hard, pumping rope after rope of thick, warm semen into his neck. It was so much wet cream that he could feel it running down his esophagus and fill his stomach.

However, before too long, Nez ran out of air, but he had almost no way to make himself noticed. He couldn't yell with the pulsing dick in his throat, and he couldn't punch his captor with his paws tied. He could only struggle a little, hoping that the hare would notice in time. And the hare did notice, glaring at him with an impish smile while he kept his head in a firm grip. He knew full well what he was doing; he did it on purpose! Black spots appeared in Nez's vision, his consciousness was fading, and his lungs were burning with the craving for air, but the larger male didn't let go, waiting just a little longer still. "Do you feel that burn? Remember it." Only when his limbs failed to carry him and his eyelids dropped, the hare pulled out and allowed him to catch his breath.

Nez needed a moment to recover, wheezing and panting rapidly. As soon as he had recovered from the near-blackout, the hare impatiently pressed his dripping prick against his lips. "Come on, lick it clean and you're done. That's all you still need to do and you're free," he requested with a snicker.

The mouse didn't need much more encouragement. He pushed forward with desperate eagerness, wrapped his muzzle around the leaking tip, and licked it clean with clumsy strokes. While he gulped down the leftover seed and spit, the hare sighed. "So yeah, thanks for that blowjob. At least you're worth something. Now, why in the world does a cute mousy like you need to go around and nab people's stuff?"

Nez suckled on his glans, his eyes examining the store owner with wary curiosity. What kind of response did that male want to hear from him? His history was as obvious as it was tragic. Pulling his head back, the dick fell out with a wet plop and flopped on the hare's pants. "Well, life screwed me over. Didn't have any money to start with, and it sure as hell didn't get any better from there."

"What did you do before you... well, before you decided to go stealing?"

"Huh? Didn't I just tell? There is no before, I've never done anything else. Shit, what do you wanna hear?"

The lean male eyed him with a pondering expression, stroking his chin with a paw. His other one reached behind Nez's head and pulled it around. Once again, the store owner scrutinized him like a piece of expensive meat on display. "So you don't have any qualifications, no home, and earn your income by stealing other people's hard-earned money?"

"Yeah, I know... The only place I ever lived at, I wasn't there for fun. Shit, I hate jail," the mouse replied through gritted teeth. He was pretty sure that even if that male let him go, it would only be a matter of time until he got to see the inside of that wretched place again. The hare would certainly come to the same conclusion, he suspected. After all, what else could he do but steal and rob? "You'll still let me go, alright? A promise is a promise."

"If you leave the door, you'll just move on and continue as usual, right? Do you already know who you're going to rob next?" the hare snarled. "But yes, I won't report you to the guards. I told you to suck my dick and you did it like a good slut. I'm a hare of my word, even with someone like you." His words brimmed with contempt. There was no doubt what he thought of Nez. "Also, I like your looks, you're cute and you're tight. You know what? I'm gonna take a risk here and make you an offer."

Nez blinked in confusion. He really wanted to get rid of his ties and leave, not listen to some old male's post-nut ramblings. The taste of cum, sweat, and musk was still strong in his muzzle and he really wanted to pay a visit to the town's river to thoroughly clean himself. However, the notion of an offer made his ears prick up and gave rise to a cautious hope. "Sure, what is it?"

"I've got a vacancy for an errand boy in my shop. I could give you a roof over your head, warm food, some pocket money each week, and a permanent job. If you do your job really well, I might even consider leaving you the store," the male elaborated, then his expression turned impish. "In return, you promise to behave. If I catch you stealing anything, even just an apple, I'll boot you right out. Also, you'll have your sweet ass ready whenever I want. If I whip my dick out, you suck it. If I tell you to bend over, you bend over and let me have your tight hole. And I won't go easy on you, I got a lot of steam to blow off."

His offer sounded mighty enticing. Nez's eyes started to glow as the hare listed all the perks of his potential future. Getting a new life in exchange for stacking some shelves and behaving himself sounded like a terrific deal. However, his smile froze as the male went on, telling him about the real meat of the deal. If he wanted this, he had to prostitute himself to the hare. But was that really so bad? That male was a horny, old bastard for sure, but it was just one horny, old pervert. In jail, he would have more horny males on his tail than he could count on both paws, and given that he would probably see the inside of a cell before the week was over, it was probably a better idea to lift his tail for one than for a dozen, right? The hare's judging stare and fully exposed, menacing dick didn't make his decision any easier, but the longer he thought about it, the clearer it became to him that this offer was the best offer he had ever gotten in his entire life. With a compliant sigh, he nodded and declared, "Sure, old man. I'll do it."

The hare nodded with a horny and devious grin. "Please, call me Greg,
 or I might give you a beating."

Next, Greg held a knife in his paw. Nez breathed in relief, hoping he would finally free him, only to quickly find out that he didn't cut his ties. Instead, he cut his clothes apart. Admittedly, they were all torn and tattered already, but the mouse was still upset about the willful destruction of his stuff. Not to mention how dangerously close that thing came to his hide or privates. "Hey, watch that knife! Is this really necessary?"

"Yes, and now shut up. For the time being, you're nothing more than my toy, my pet, and I'll do with you whatever I want. Disobey me and misbehave, and I'll throw you into the gutter. Naked, paws and legs tied, ripe for the taking. Behave and be a good boy, and I'll treat you well, understood? Any objections?"

Nez stared at him with utter resentment but swallowed all curses and swears sitting on his tongue. The only reaction he couldn't control was the tears filling his eyes once again. With a miserable choke, he wheezed, "No, Greg. No objections."

"Good. Now, don't get too upset about it. As long as you do what I say, you'll be fine. More than fine, even," the hare whispered. His voice glowed with strange compassion, but Nez couldn't tell whether it was genuine or fake. Not while he was mentally and physically blinded by a veil of tears. But before he knew it, the other male reached for his face and brushed the tears away with tender care. "I just need you to listen. You rarely ever listened before, didn't you? If you can change that, I'll make sure that you'll enjoy your time." The mouse looked up and nodded weakly. This was his first and likely only shot at a better future and he wouldn't squander it.

Greg pushed him over so his face ended up resting on the scraps of his ruined clothing. Not comfortable, but at least he wasn't lying on the bare floor. Then he went behind him and inspected the other end. "Yeah, you look better without clothes on, boy," he gloated. Nez could see him stare from the corner of his eye. The sight aroused the lean male, lust glowing in his eyes. He raunchily licked his lips, and his dick rose back to action. "Much better. Shit, that's a cute, tasty ass."

After ogling him for another moment, Greg dropped on his knees and grabbed his butt with both paws. He groped his cheeks, kneaded and pinched his flesh with shameless curiosity. "And it feels just as nice." One of his paws closed around Nez's slender tail and he ran it up and down the furless, rosy appendage. Somehow, him touching his tail annoyed the mouse even more than everything else. It felt special, and the unwelcome caress sent a strange tingle through his spine. He gritted his teeth and whimpered softly, barely keeping himself from swearing. The hare must've noticed his unease because he reacted with a sonorous chuckle and rubbed his tail a little harder, teasing out an unhappy squeak.

After a tiny, agonizing eternity, the store owner let go of his sensitive tail and allowed Nez to relax. Having satisfied his crude curiosity, he returned his attention to the mouse's ass. Greg spread his butt cheeks apart with a hearty yank and gawped at his rosy pucker. Nez heard a wet slurp, then he felt something prod against his sphincter. He wouldn't try to put his monstrous dick in already, would he? Fortunately, his distress turned into a relieved gasp when he realized that it was just one of the hare's slender fingers.

Nez's gasp turned into a shaky moan as the mature hare pushed the digit all the way to the knuckle. Then he turned and moved it inside him, probing his insides and gently easing him in. He added a second finger and began to spread him further with slow, thrusting motions. The mouse was surprised how much time the owner spent preparing him. Unlike most others who had done him, this guy didn't instantly jump him and fuck his sorry asshole. He actually cared about him in some weird, perverted way, and honestly, this was the most anyone had cared about him in quite some time, maybe even forever.

The unexpectedly gentle treatment finally soothed Nez's troubled mind. He relaxed so much that a genuine moan slipped out of his throat, brimming with pleasure. "Oh, you like that? Good to know, so you probably won't mind doing this, right?" The hare chuckled as Nez reflexively clenched up, fearful anticipation coming back to paralyze him something fierce. However, there wasn't actually a lot to worry about because Greg simply added another finger to the mix, loosening his anus with slow but thorough thrusts for another minute or so.

"So, and now for the real deal. Better get used to the feeling of my dick inside you. You'll get to feel it a lot over the next months." The hare withdrew his paw, gave his butt a playful smack, and aligned his shaft with his anus. Nez really had to focus not to tense up too much when he finally felt that warm, throbbing tip at his hole. After giving him another few seconds to brace himself, the lanky male firmly grabbed his hips and pushed. The pressure at his ring rose steeply until finally, the glans popped in. And once Greg had overcome the initial barrier, he didn't waste any more time and slowly pushed in the rest of his cock. Nez burst out into a needy, drawn-out moan, a mixture of his weakening struggle and rising arousal while his ass was stretched open. However, his lungs didn't carry enough air to last so his moan deteriorated to a hoarse squeak. 

As with everything else, Greg took his sweet time with the insertion, pushing on and on with gentle but unwavering force. Whenever the mouse thought that the hare was done, he added yet another inch until he finally felt a subtle bump as the mature male bottomed out. Balls-deep inside his rectum, Nez felt his partner's nuts pressing against sack, and they were much, much heavier. Now, he was finally filled and stretched with the whole gigantic cock, and he really felt the consequences throbbing inside him. His cock was just so large, pressing tightly against his insides, that Nez could feel the tiniest twitch and tremble, and even the old male's heartbeat. He could sense him oozing horny excitement.

"Oh, that's good. You've got a really tight ass, boy," Greg lauded him with a horny grunt. While he wallowed in the warm, tight feeling of Nez's insides, his paws lazily wandered over the smaller male's body. He brushed them up his waist, reached around his shoulders, and gripped him tightly, preparing to fuck him properly. Nez warily took a deep breath and braced himself. Yet, despite his best efforts, he couldn't stifle a strained gasp when Greg ultimately broke free from his lusty stasis and began to thrust into his ass. The graying hare was neither fast nor rough, but the sheer size of his fat prick was enough to make his mind crumble in every way imaginable. The mouse's jaw dropped and he moaned with tentative pleasure. That male was using him with randy grunts, no doubt, but he still took his time and allowed him to savor the feeling of warm, throbbing fullness. The hare would likely ramp up the pace and roughness before too long.

However, that moment hadn't arrived yet. Instead, Greg did something Nez hadn't expected at all. With a fierce growl, he grabbed him by the scruff and yanked him up, using the tight grip as leverage, but didn't fuck him any harder. He squeaked in surprise, biting his tongue not to accidentally spill some curses. At the same time, the mature male placed his other paw on his belly, and tenderly patted and stroked Nez shining gray fur, drawing circles with his palm. It felt as if the hare's paws were playing good cop and bad cop, one rough and one gentle.

The paw's circles on his belly became larger and larger until it inevitably bumped into his rock-hard rosy cock. It looked a lot like the hare's prick in shape, but it was only about half of its size. Thus, his penis easily disappeared inside Greg's paw as he firmly gripped it. Nez gasped warily. With his head and paws still restrained by his partner, he could only watch his actions out of the corner of his eye. "Hey, relax, boy. I'm not gonna hurt you because that's just no fun," the hare whispered, his hot breath washing over the sensitive skin of the mouse's inner ear. "Only a greedy idiot uses a tight, warm hole like his paw, with force and little care. I'm a horny old bastard, for sure, but I wanna keep you happy and healthy because I don't wanna deal with a broken toy. So please, do me a favor and relax, will you?"

"I'll try," Nez grunted through gritted teeth. He still wasn't entirely sure what to think of Greg's comments and actions, but he didn't really have much of a say and he had to admit that most of the male's actions were surprisingly gentle and pleasant. And yet, it still took him a lot of effort to shake off his doubts and distrust. After all, in less than an hour, that guy had threatened to report him to the guards and blackmailed him into sucking his dick. Those certainly were no confidence-building measures, but what had been done couldn't be undone. So Nez closed his eyes and tried to focus on the here and now, blocking out those past conflicts and all future worries. 

Right now, the hare was using and stretching his ass, but it didn't hurt, and thanks to the preparations and experiences, it wasn't even uncomfortable. No, it was nice, warm, and filling, rubbing the sensitive spots inside him just right with every thrust, and his arousal rose bit by bit with each stroke. Even better, the hare gave him a reach-around, his warm pawpad sliding up and down without rest, slowly getting him closer. All in all, this situation wasn't so bad. No, it was perhaps even the best sex he had ever had.

Realigning his focus ultimately helped Nez accept his new reality, and with a soft squeak, he finally melted into Greg's embrace. Finally, his arousal was free to rule over his mind, unrestrained by any doubts and worries. A shaky smile grew on his muzzle and he whimpered when the old hare murmured into his ear, "That's it. Enjoy my fat, hot cock like a good slut." The paw around his dick moved a little faster and the hare's thrusts grew more intense, his voice shifting from soft sighs to needy grunts.

The rapidly surging lust claimed Nez more and more, messed with his thoughts, and made him burst into horny squeaks and moans. He soon didn't care where he was and who was inside him anymore, and just lived in the moment. He closed his eyes even tighter and moaned with profuse pleasure, submitting completely. He didn't even mind when the mature hare bent forward and filled his ears with raunchy words. "You're such a tight and noisy slut, boy. Just how I love it. I think we're going to have a lot of fun together," Greg groaned. "Tell me, do you want more? Do you want it harder? Do you want to really feel my big, fat cock?"

"Yes, harder!" Nez replied between two moans. His body was glowing with lust, and he was still craving more. For the first time in his life, he actually wanted more dick inside him. 

"Aren't you missing something there? A tiny little word? Tell me again, how do you want it?"

"Please, I need more! Harder, please!"

Greg nodded with a pleased grunt and realigned his grip to give himself more leverage. Nez whimpered as the hare let go of his shaft to grab his head instead. The mature male pulled his head around and firmly pressed his muzzle on Nez's lips, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Was he actually giving him a kiss? It tasted unfamiliar, weird, but not too bad. His first and fully unexpected kiss with the lanky male showed no signs of love or tenderness, just raw, unbridled lust, but he took it with a stunned but eager squeak. 

Then, the male gave Nez what he had begged for, pounding his ass harder and faster than ever. He could feel the full size sliding back and forth, stretching him out, breaking him in, and completely overwhelming his poor prostate. The incessant, vigorous rubbing flooded his brain with effusive surges of stimulation and made the moaning mouse lose it even more. With every thrust, the hare's heavy sack smacked against his taint and reminded him that the mature male wasn't just more hung than him, but much more potent as well. His fat nuts were many times the size of his own cute orbs. 

All the time, his little dick bounced up and around, aching for attention that wouldn't come. His paws were tied and Greg wouldn't give it to him, so he had to simply take it and wait until the anal stimulation carried him to a close and yet so distant climax.

After a couple more minutes of relentless pounding, Nez was completely gone and absorbed by the rhythmic thrusting. His penis was leaking and splattering pre everywhere and he was finally about to cum. His moans became needier and he whimpered into the hare's muzzle while he got utterly dominated by his assertive, relentless tongue. Right now, he was so on edge, even a single touch against his flailing dick should be enough to set him off. Greg apparently recognized his rising tension because he broke the kiss with a wicked grin and smacked Nez's dick. It wasn't a hard blow, more a tender, playful stroke, but it was enough to trigger his orgasm.

Nez tensed up with a desperate squeak, pulling his eyes wide open as the climax washed through him. His prick jerked so hard, it felt like it was literally exploding, flinging rope after rope of sticky seed across the floor. His ass puckered up around the other male's thick cock, trying to clench shut but to no avail. The hare was too strong and he simply thrust through his convulsing ring with raunchy growls. "Fuck, that's good! Keep struggling, keep sucking. I'm about to bust a nut," he announced just before his voice swelled into a hoarse howl. He pushed his dick in one last time, his testes smacking into the mouse's derriere before they tensed up and went to work, churning up another big, fat load for him.

Both of Greg's paws locked around his shoulders, he held him tight and steady for an entire minute while his orgasm unfolded inside his guts. Hot semen spurted deep into Nez's ass while the hare filled his ears with wet, hot grunts. The mouse quivered as his orgasmic bliss was multiplied to infinity. It wasn't an insane load, but enough so that his insides felt cozily wet and warm, even making subtle sloshing noises. At the same time, his initially forceful cumshot subsided into a meager trickle, dripping and running down his twitching cock and soaking into his fur.

Eventually, the hare's cock ceased twitching and pumping and his climax came to an end, too. "That was a lot of fun," Greg sighed as he pulled out. "Even more fun than the delivery boy. Poor boy, getting outclassed by a petty thief, but what can I do? You've just got a mighty fine ass."

Nez replied with an incomprehensible, lusty groan, his mind still too mushy from the climax to form proper words or sentences. His voice turned into a squeak when the hare suddenly grabbed his restraints. Next, he heard a snap when he cut through the rope. Finally free again, Nez quickly pulled his paws away and rubbed his aching wrists. "Thanks," he mumbled.

"I hope you enjoyed our little fun time. You definitely sounded like you did, moaning like a needy slut."

"Yeah, sure. Liked it," Nez said. He wasn't dumb enough to claim otherwise. Honestly, he wasn't even lying. That had been the best fuck he had ever had. Not that he was going to tell the owner. "Though, I'm sure I'll feel sore tomorrow. You're huge."

The hare stepped away for a moment, rummaged in a shelf, and turned around with a little tube and a grin. "No worries, I got you covered. That salve should help you with the soreness. You can apply it yourself or let me help you. So, tell me, you still wanna stay?"

"As if I had a choice."

"Hey, a little more enthusiasm, boy toy," Greg chuckled. "Now, come, follow me. I couldn't help but notice your... peculiar body odor. I think you deserve a bath, don't you agree?"

"Sure, let's go," Nez returned with feigned eagerness, overplaying his quickly growing weariness, only to realize that his legs weren't up for the task anymore. As he tried to get up, they just trembled defiantly, and now, he even had trouble staying upright on his knees. "Um, I don't think I'll be going anywhere."

The hare laughed and nodded with a bawdy grin. "I see. Let me help you then." He bent down and reached under the Nez's arms. First, he gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then he unceremoniously hoisted him over his shoulders and carried him through the store. Just before the store owner left his store, he turned around to have a final look at the mess they made. Items lying scattered around, stains of fluid glistening on the floor, and a bunch of tattered clothes and ropes bunched up next to the stains. "First thing you'll do tomorrow is helping me clean the mess. Well, maybe second thing, because I'll definitely get some of that sweet ass before doing anything else," Greg chuckled. Then he flicked the light switch and left with the mouse draped over his shoulders.

His paws were finally free, but Nez didn't have the energy to do anything stupid like try to escape. Actually, he had definitively decided to accept his situation. Of course, he was giving up most if not all of his freedom by surrendering to Greg, but what was a moment of freedom worth if was going to rot in jail most of the time anyway? No, while this situation was far from ideal, serving that horny old male was still far better than most of his life so far. Sure, he would still get fucked on the regular, in the most literal sense of the word even, but at least the hare cared a little bit about him. And somewhere in the future, there even lay the promise of a better life altogether, one where he had a job and maybe even owned a shop. A distant dream, to be sure, but one that felt more achievable than anything else he had ever hoped for in his life.