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As he laughed, I recall thinking his smile was super cute, all I wanted to do that day was watch him smile.\n\nWe got to our science class, so I took my assigned seat and sat down. I tried my best to pay attention to the teacher, but all I could think about was that boy, the beautiful, adorable little boy. I eventually got an erection from my lingering thoughts, I asked to be excused to use the bathroom, got up, and swiftly made my way out the classroom door and down the hallway to the bathroom, hoping nobody would walk past me and see the bulge in my pants.\n\nI soon reached my destination and locked myself into one of the stalls. I nervously unfastened my belt and pulled my pants down. As a brief reminder, at the time I was 11, but I had the cock of a teenager, it was 3 inches when flaccid and just about 6 inches when erect. Sporting a bulge in my small pants hurt like hell, and my puberty started at around 9, so these clandestine trips to the toilet were irritatingly frequent. I remembered thinking, “I bet girls don’t have to deal with stupid stuff like this.” to myself as I stood in the stall trying to figure out how to deal with this.\n\nThen it hit me, my daddy showed me what to do in situations like this, and he started touching my privates. He put one of his hands on it like he was grabbing a stick, and then he slowly started moving his hand up and down, it always felt so good when my daddy touched me. I began mimicking the hand motion from my memory and I let out a soft moan. Then suddenly, someone walked in, and my anxiety rose. I started getting nervous, what if they found out I was touching myself? What if they told everybody? Masturbation was still fairly new to me, so I still felt nervous when doing it, it just felt so naughty at the time.\n\nI then became a little curious and decided to peek through the crack in the door, it was him again. It was the cute little boy from before, and he was urinating in one of the urinals. From this angle, the rabbit’s cock was in full view, I reached down to grab my cock, and I quietly began stroking myself.\n\nI remember seeing him urinate and thinking, “Holy crap. He’s so hot, I wonder what his pee tastes like…” Then I thought, “I wanna put my willy in his butt, I wanna do it like the grown-up from that video daddy showed me did it. Those grown-ups were so rough with those little boys, the little boys were crying cuz it hurt so much. I wonder what it would be like to hurt someone to make yourself feel good?” At that moment, the little boy had finished peeing and forgot to flush the urinal as he put his dick away, washed his hands, and walked out.\n\nMy act of voyeurism left me feeling bold and adventurous, so I opened the stall door and walked over to the urinal, my sizable cock still in hand. I bent down, took a deep inhale, and exhaled with an audible moan. I stood there for what felt like 1 pleasure-filled hour but was only about a minute and a half, and I took several deep breaths, savoring the smell of a 7-year-old boy's piss, before exhaling and craving another whiff. Not long after, I stood up straight and shot my young load onto the urinal. I could see some of my jizz mixing with the bunny’s piss as I pulled my pants back up, the sight was a thing of beauty in my eyes.\n\nI bit my lower lip, desperately wanting to drink it all down, but I resisted the urge and came up with a better idea. I buckled my pants, pulled my phone from my pocket, and took a picture. I giggled in excitement, now I could look at this whenever I wanted. This all took place within 5 minutes, then after science class was lunch.\n\nLuckily, my class and his happened to eat lunch at the same time, so, while his friend had gotten up to use the bathroom, I decided to walk up to him, “H-Hi…” I said sheepishly, nervously clutching my lunchbox in my arms, “I - I - I’m M-Mitchell,” I stammered out as I extended a webbed hand, “I - It’s nice to meet you.” The little boy looked up and smiled, “It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Oscar.” replied the little bunny. He and I sat and talked for a while and by the time his friend returned from the restroom, lunch was over.\n\nWhen I got home, I went straight to my room and pulled out my phone. I navigated to the gallery app and opened the photo I snapped of Oscar. Suddenly, I got this pit in my stomach, I didn’t feel nauseous, it didn’t hurt, and I wasn’t hungry either. I had no idea why I felt this way, but I did know that Oscar was the cause of it, and only Oscar could fill it. “Oscar,” I moaned softly. I heard a knock at my door, “Come in.” I said as I put my phone away. The door opened and it was my mother, she was tall and had long black hair, brown fur, and green eyes. “Hey honey, how was school?” she asked, “It was good,” I replied.\n\n“So, how are you feeling?”\n\n“I - uhmm…” I paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not I should tell her about this feeling, “Well… not too great.” I replied as I sat on my bed, putting my backpack on the floor.\n\n“How so?” she asked in an earnest tone.\n\n“My stomach, it feels kinda… weird, and empty.”\n\nMy mother's face gained a look of both surprise and recognition, “Really, is it because you met someone? And now you can’t stop thinking about them?”\n\n“Yeh-Yeah, how’d you know?”\n\nHer expression grows soft and caring, “Because, I’ve had that feeling before. Mine started when I was a little younger than you.” She told me, rubbing my back.\n\n“How… How do I make it go away?”\n\n“You need to be around them... touch them... [i]feel[/i] them... [i]have your way[/i] with them.” She replied. That all sounded amazing, and somehow I knew that that’s exactly what I needed.\n\n“I…” I felt a bulge growing in my shorts, “...I wanna hurt him.” My breathing became unstable and I began to pant, “I - I wanna put my thingy in his butt.”\n\nThe pain comment was surprising to my mother, “Really? You wanna hurt him?”\n\n“Uh-huh.”\n\n“And…” My mother’s curiosity began to peak, “How exactly do you wanna hurt him?” She enquired.\n\n“I wanna put my hands around his neck and squeeze. A-And I wanna hit him in the stomach, and I wanna cut him.” My breathing became heavier as I told my mom the truth.\n\nMy mom asked me, “Now, do you only like boys or…”\n\n“I dunno, I - I’ve never thought about it.”\n\n“Well,” she proceeded to lift her shirt, revealing her C-cup breasts, “How do you feel about these?”\n\nI looked at them with wide eyes, they were beautiful, but, they weren’t enough, “They're beautiful, but I uhm…” I trailed off.\n\n“Would Daddy's chest be more to your liking?” she asked as she put her shirt down, a smile present on her lips. I nod. She told me to stay put as she got up, moments later, my dad walked in, “Heya kiddo,” he greeted me, “Yur mother told me what’s goin’ on. So, You wanna see daddy’s chest, huh?” I nodded, and he smiled and took off his shirt, I looked on in awe as I stared at his rounded chest. His stomach and chest had a little weight on them, but he was perfect, sculpted. His nipples were perky and his musk radiated off of him, I shifted closer and placed a webbed hand on his left pec. “Wow,” I said, “These are great,”\n\n“I’m glad ya like ‘em, kiddo.” He chuckled. I proceeded to grope my father’s chest with both hands. My thumbs grazed his nipples and he softly moaned. I noticed how he responded so I continued to stimulate his chest, gingerly squeezing and pinching his nipples. “Damn kiddo, that feels good,” my daddy moaned, and a bulge began forming in his underwear. I looked down and noticed it, precum leaking from his tip through the fabric.\n\n“You like whatcha see there, boy?” he asked me softly, “Uh-huh,” I responded with a nod. “Then go ahead an’ touch it, it’s ok.” my daddy said sincerely. I reached down and tentatively touched the leaking tip. My middle finger made contact, and his precum was warm and sticky. I brought my fingers to my lips and licked it, the taste was pleasantly salty. “Get on yur knees, boy,” he demanded.\n\n“Why? Did I do something wrong?” I asked.\n\n“No, not at all, I’m gonna teach ya’ houta suck dick.” my father said. I complied and got on my knees, kneeling in between his legs, his throbbing bulge just inches away from my muzzle. I take a deep breath, his musk was intoxicating. The older otter pulls his underwear under his balls to reveal his 12-inch penis - throbbing with need. “Now, Mitchell,” he said, “I’m gonna slowly put this in yur throat, and I want ya’ ta’ keep yur throat relaxed, and if ya can’t breathe, don’t panic.” I nodded and he stood up.\n\nI opened my mouth and his tip slid across my tongue, “Stick yur tongue out an’ keep it there,” I obeyed and he slid it deeper, his tip gently touching the back of my throat - making me gag. “Breathe, Mitchell, relax.” I followed his instructions and he pushed even further. I took a deep breath and I felt my daddy slide deeper - cutting off my airflow. I tried my best to follow his earlier instructions and relax. He began to slowly thrust in and out of my gullet and he moaned above me. I felt good that I was able to make someone else feel good. But I wanted something more.\n\nI signaled to him that I wanted to speak and he pulled out, “What’s wrong, kiddo? You felt so good.”\n\n“Well, could I try something with you, papa?”\n\nHe smirked, “Sure thing, whaddaya wanna do?”\n\nI detailed what I wanted and he complied with a smile. He was on my bed - lying on his belly. I stripped, climbed on top of him, and straddled his thighs, my hard otter dick between his cheeks as I spread his ass with my small hands. “Wait,” I said, “The little boys in the videos always used some kinda liquid on their butts before the grown-ups put their willys in,” I told him, “But I don’t have any.”\n\n“Just use yur mouth, son.” He said.\n\n“M-My mouth,” I inquired, “But that’s where… ya’know…” I trailed off.\n\n“Dontcha worry yur little head none, I promise you’ll like the taste.”\n\nI was unsure if he was telling the truth, but I had no reason to believe that he’d ever lie to me, so, I leaned down to give his hole a hesitant lick. And to my surprise, I did like it. In fact, I loved it. I fully pressed my face into his ass and greedily lapped at his anus. His natural musk was enthralling, both in taste and smell. Each flick of my tongue made me moan in enjoyment, and it made my father squirm in pleasure. “Holy shit…” he groaned, “K-Keep goin’. This feels amazing,” he begged, and I complied.\n\nI started to feel light-headed and I unfortunately pulled away with a gasp. My young member was aching, so I lined it up and thrust in my entire length in one go. My daddy yelped in shock but didn’t complain. I pounded fast and hard, my sizable orbs slapping into his taint as my daddy moaned, “S-S-Slow down there, boy.” But I didn’t listen, I needed more. I instinctively started to develop a rhythm, my hips moving in a rolling motion as I pounded my father's asshole. I continued to fuck him for around an hour, starting to growl and hiss in a predatory manner. But eventually, I came. I slammed my little boy dick balls deep in my father’s asshole, causing us both to moan out in ecstasy. I let loose a flood of musky kid spunk deep into his rectum, and my father shot his load onto my bed sheets at the same time. We both collapsed in exhaustion as my father said, “Goddamn kiddo… you sure know houta fuck yur daddy.” he panted, “So… how was yur first time?”\n\n“It… was awesome,” I replied.\n\nAround a week later I was still dealing with that empty sensation. I was woken up on Saturday morning by my mother, “Hey, good morning, sweety. Me and your dad have a surprise for you.” All I was wearing was my underwear and I followed her down to the basement. Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw him, it was Oscar. He had a strip of duct tape over his mouth and his arms were tied behind his back. My father was holding the struggling boy in place as he cried in fear. “We know that you’ve been pinin’ for this little cutie,” My dad started, “So we went ahead and brought him here for you.” my mother finished.\n\nI walked forward and looked down at the young bunny, my dad later told me that I looked at Oscar with a psychotic gaze of quiet excitement. The young bunny looked up at me in fear, his body quivering. I grabbed his face with both hands and said, “I’m so glad yur here, Oscar.” my father realized that I needed my time with him and let go and sat in a chair by the staircase. “I’ll leave you three to your fun, I gotta get to work,” My mother said, “Sounds good, drive safely,” my father responded.\n\nI walked behind Oscar and held him tightly. I pressed my snout into his neck and took a long, drawn-out inhale, the bunny had begun to sweat in fright and I could smell it. “Hey Papa, there’s this smell on him, but it’s not just his natural scent, what is it?” My dad chuckled and replied, “That’s fear, boy.” he told me with a smirk. “Fear, huh…” I paused momentarily, “I like it, it’s very…” I paused again, trying to find a word to accurately describe the aroma, “I believe the word yur lookin’ fer is ‘intoxicating’.” my father added. “Yeah,” I agreed, “Intoxicating,” I repeated. I kept my muzzle pressed into the crook of his neck as I continuously partook of his fear.\n\nAs I did so, my hand mindlessly drifted down to Oscar’s crotch, my paws groping and fondling his underdeveloped package. “Oscar…” I moaned, “You smell so good, I wanna hurt you.” The cub's eyes began to water with tears softly rolling down his cheeks as he shook his head. “Oh yes,” I told him. I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off of his back with the help of my unretracted claws slicing through the fabric, and I did the same to his underwear. “Oh, Oscar… your body is so beautiful.” I complimented him, “You’ll look so nice covered in bruises.” I reached back my right arm and punched him in his side, the blow struck him near his kidney. The rabbit let out a muffled groan of pain and proceeded to collapse onto the cold stone floor. His breathing was irregular and he continued to whimper, his crying turning to unrestrained sobbing as he lay on the floor.\n\nI straddled his legs from behind. I began punching him relentlessly, every strike landing somewhere on his back. I smiled as I listened to his pain-fueled yelps, my cock straining in my underwear. And it wasn’t too long before the bruises started forming. I sat up - panting as I gazed upon his sobbing, mewling form. I then noticed my bulge and took my cock out. I bent down, put my face in his ass, and began to lick at his puckered hole. Once I felt he was properly lubed, I lined up my cock and pushed inside. As I pushed in, Oscar screamed in agony through the gag. Fuck, his pain was soooooo delicious. After all 6 inches of my otter dick was within him, I began thrusting hard and fast, the little boy's tears pooling on the floor.\n\nI pressed my left hand against his head - effectively rubbing his face into the concrete, and I pressed my right hand into his right shoulder - my full weight pressing down on him. I growled and hissed at the boy as I was raping him. His ass clenched around my rod, it was almost as if he liked it. I could feel something warm and wet trickle down my legs, it was blood, Oscar’s blood. That only made me fuck him even harder. The poor bunny still futilely tried struggling against me, “Stop struggling, I know you like it!” I shouted at him.\n\nI could feel myself getting close to a climax. I leaned down and bit his shoulder as my humping reached its maximum speed. I bit down so hard that I could taste blood in my mouth. Not long after this, my cock began to convulse, and I let out a loud, satisfied growl as I came inside of him. My young spunk flooded his rectum as I continued to thrust. Then, my orgasm faded, and I was satisfied. I sat up and sighed in relief as my daddy said, “Goddamn kiddo, that was fuckin’ hot.” he said in earnest.\n\nI then spent the next day and a half repeatedly beating and raping Oscar. One day, while my father was supervising my twenty-fifth session with Oscar, I was fucking the young cub in missionary. Oscar was looking away in exhausted horror and I wrapped one hand around his throat, squeezing tightly. And I wrapped my other hand around his tiny cock and began to swiftly stroke him. The cub struggled weakly against my ministrations, but he eventually had his first orgasm. His cock jumped and twitched as I raped him, he was only 7 so his body couldn’t produce semen yet and his climax was dry. My other hand was then placed around his throat as well and I squeezed even harder. I looked deeply into his red, watery eyes, my hips still bucking into his asshole.\n\nAs I continued to look at him, I could tell that his vision was going dark, there was a certain glint in his eyes that started to fade. And soon enough, he was dead, and I shot my load into him once more. After my climax was over, I let go, pulled out, and stood up - panting with a look of pure bliss and satisfaction on my face.\n\n“Good job, son,” My father said, “You’ve experienced yur first kill. And now yur a man. How do ya’ feel?”\n\n“Good… [b][u]Really[/u][/b] good.” I replied.\n\n“And the emptiness, is it gone?”\n\n“Yeah, it is.”\n\n“Good, I’m glad.”\n\nThat day, my dad showed me how to properly get rid of a body. First, he showed me the best way to cut up the body into smaller pieces, he said it was to make destroying each piece easier. Next, he brought out these plastic bins and bottles of acid, which were made of a kind of material that the acid couldn’t melt. Then he filled each bin with acid and slowly lowered each body part into the caustic liquid. Lastly, after each body part had completely melted away, we neutralized the acid with magnesium sulfate.\n\nAnd just like that, that adorable little boy - Oscar - was dead and gone, and my fixation was satisfied. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel a single ounce of guilt. My dad said that I could keep a few things to remember Oscar by. I kept a photo of him smiling at me that I took earlier that week, the first photo of him in the bathroom, and a bracelet that he was wearing the day that I killed him. A few weeks later, I was diagnosed with severe ADHD and OCD. I later remembered that we had a printer at home, so I printed out the image of Oscar smiling at the camera, and on the back, I wrote:\n\nName: Oscar\nAge: 7\nHeight: 4 feet\nSpecies: rabbit\nBirthday: April 5th, 2000\nDeath: February 10th, 2007\n\n",
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A work of pure fiction By MaxieBoy
Cw: M/M, Cubs, Kidnapping, Rape, Snuff
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My name is Mitchell Turner. Currently, I’m 28 and married. I’m about 6’2” (188cm), I’m an otter, my fur is a sandy shade of yellow, and I have heterochromia - making my left eye green and my right one brown. When I was 11, I had just gotten a phone for my birthday and was starting sixth grade. Our school taught from grade 1 all the way to grade 8. One day, my class and I went from our math to our science class. My class happened to walk past a class of second graders when I saw this boy, he was a 7-year-old rabbit, he had a beautiful coat of white fur, his fur had a few splotches of gray on random parts of his body, and had these beautiful red eyes. I remember him laughing at something his friend behind him said, though I didn’t catch what it was. As he laughed, I recall thinking his smile was super cute, all I wanted to do that day was watch him smile.
We got to our science class, so I took my assigned seat and sat down. I tried my best to pay attention to the teacher, but all I could think about was that boy, the beautiful, adorable little boy. I eventually got an erection from my lingering thoughts, I asked to be excused to use the bathroom, got up, and swiftly made my way out the classroom door and down the hallway to the bathroom, hoping nobody would walk past me and see the bulge in my pants.
I soon reached my destination and locked myself into one of the stalls. I nervously unfastened my belt and pulled my pants down. As a brief reminder, at the time I was 11, but I had the cock of a teenager, it was 3 inches when flaccid and just about 6 inches when erect. Sporting a bulge in my small pants hurt like hell, and my puberty started at around 9, so these clandestine trips to the toilet were irritatingly frequent. I remembered thinking, “I bet girls don’t have to deal with stupid stuff like this.” to myself as I stood in the stall trying to figure out how to deal with this.
Then it hit me, my daddy showed me what to do in situations like this, and he started touching my privates. He put one of his hands on it like he was grabbing a stick, and then he slowly started moving his hand up and down, it always felt so good when my daddy touched me. I began mimicking the hand motion from my memory and I let out a soft moan. Then suddenly, someone walked in, and my anxiety rose. I started getting nervous, what if they found out I was touching myself? What if they told everybody? Masturbation was still fairly new to me, so I still felt nervous when doing it, it just felt so naughty at the time.
I then became a little curious and decided to peek through the crack in the door, it was him again. It was the cute little boy from before, and he was urinating in one of the urinals. From this angle, the rabbit’s cock was in full view, I reached down to grab my cock, and I quietly began stroking myself.
I remember seeing him urinate and thinking, “Holy crap. He’s so hot, I wonder what his pee tastes like…” Then I thought, “I wanna put my willy in his butt, I wanna do it like the grown-up from that video daddy showed me did it. Those grown-ups were so rough with those little boys, the little boys were crying cuz it hurt so much. I wonder what it would be like to hurt someone to make yourself feel good?” At that moment, the little boy had finished peeing and forgot to flush the urinal as he put his dick away, washed his hands, and walked out.
My act of voyeurism left me feeling bold and adventurous, so I opened the stall door and walked over to the urinal, my sizable cock still in hand. I bent down, took a deep inhale, and exhaled with an audible moan. I stood there for what felt like 1 pleasure-filled hour but was only about a minute and a half, and I took several deep breaths, savoring the smell of a 7-year-old boy's piss, before exhaling and craving another whiff. Not long after, I stood up straight and shot my young load onto the urinal. I could see some of my jizz mixing with the bunny’s piss as I pulled my pants back up, the sight was a thing of beauty in my eyes.
I bit my lower lip, desperately wanting to drink it all down, but I resisted the urge and came up with a better idea. I buckled my pants, pulled my phone from my pocket, and took a picture. I giggled in excitement, now I could look at this whenever I wanted. This all took place within 5 minutes, then after science class was lunch.
Luckily, my class and his happened to eat lunch at the same time, so, while his friend had gotten up to use the bathroom, I decided to walk up to him, “H-Hi…” I said sheepishly, nervously clutching my lunchbox in my arms, “I - I - I’m M-Mitchell,” I stammered out as I extended a webbed hand, “I - It’s nice to meet you.” The little boy looked up and smiled, “It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Oscar.” replied the little bunny. He and I sat and talked for a while and by the time his friend returned from the restroom, lunch was over.
When I got home, I went straight to my room and pulled out my phone. I navigated to the gallery app and opened the photo I snapped of Oscar. Suddenly, I got this pit in my stomach, I didn’t feel nauseous, it didn’t hurt, and I wasn’t hungry either. I had no idea why I felt this way, but I did know that Oscar was the cause of it, and only Oscar could fill it. “Oscar,” I moaned softly. I heard a knock at my door, “Come in.” I said as I put my phone away. The door opened and it was my mother, she was tall and had long black hair, brown fur, and green eyes. “Hey honey, how was school?” she asked, “It was good,” I replied.
“So, how are you feeling?”
“I - uhmm…” I paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not I should tell her about this feeling, “Well… not too great.” I replied as I sat on my bed, putting my backpack on the floor.
“How so?” she asked in an earnest tone.
“My stomach, it feels kinda… weird, and empty.”
My mother's face gained a look of both surprise and recognition, “Really, is it because you met someone? And now you can’t stop thinking about them?”
“Yeh-Yeah, how’d you know?”
Her expression grows soft and caring, “Because, I’ve had that feeling before. Mine started when I was a little younger than you.” She told me, rubbing my back.
“How… How do I make it go away?”
“You need to be around them... touch them... feel them... have your way with them.” She replied. That all sounded amazing, and somehow I knew that that’s exactly what I needed.
“I…” I felt a bulge growing in my shorts, “...I wanna hurt him.” My breathing became unstable and I began to pant, “I - I wanna put my thingy in his butt.”
The pain comment was surprising to my mother, “Really? You wanna hurt him?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And…” My mother’s curiosity began to peak, “How exactly do you wanna hurt him?” She enquired.
“I wanna put my hands around his neck and squeeze. A-And I wanna hit him in the stomach, and I wanna cut him.” My breathing became heavier as I told my mom the truth.
My mom asked me, “Now, do you only like boys or…”
“I dunno, I - I’ve never thought about it.”
“Well,” she proceeded to lift her shirt, revealing her C-cup breasts, “How do you feel about these?”
I looked at them with wide eyes, they were beautiful, but, they weren’t enough, “They're beautiful, but I uhm…” I trailed off.
“Would Daddy's chest be more to your liking?” she asked as she put her shirt down, a smile present on her lips. I nod. She told me to stay put as she got up, moments later, my dad walked in, “Heya kiddo,” he greeted me, “Yur mother told me what’s goin’ on. So, You wanna see daddy’s chest, huh?” I nodded, and he smiled and took off his shirt, I looked on in awe as I stared at his rounded chest. His stomach and chest had a little weight on them, but he was perfect, sculpted. His nipples were perky and his musk radiated off of him, I shifted closer and placed a webbed hand on his left pec. “Wow,” I said, “These are great,”
“I’m glad ya like ‘em, kiddo.” He chuckled. I proceeded to grope my father’s chest with both hands. My thumbs grazed his nipples and he softly moaned. I noticed how he responded so I continued to stimulate his chest, gingerly squeezing and pinching his nipples. “Damn kiddo, that feels good,” my daddy moaned, and a bulge began forming in his underwear. I looked down and noticed it, precum leaking from his tip through the fabric.
“You like whatcha see there, boy?” he asked me softly, “Uh-huh,” I responded with a nod. “Then go ahead an’ touch it, it’s ok.” my daddy said sincerely. I reached down and tentatively touched the leaking tip. My middle finger made contact, and his precum was warm and sticky. I brought my fingers to my lips and licked it, the taste was pleasantly salty. “Get on yur knees, boy,” he demanded.
“Why? Did I do something wrong?” I asked.
“No, not at all, I’m gonna teach ya’ houta suck dick.” my father said. I complied and got on my knees, kneeling in between his legs, his throbbing bulge just inches away from my muzzle. I take a deep breath, his musk was intoxicating. The older otter pulls his underwear under his balls to reveal his 12-inch penis - throbbing with need. “Now, Mitchell,” he said, “I’m gonna slowly put this in yur throat, and I want ya’ ta’ keep yur throat relaxed, and if ya can’t breathe, don’t panic.” I nodded and he stood up.
I opened my mouth and his tip slid across my tongue, “Stick yur tongue out an’ keep it there,” I obeyed and he slid it deeper, his tip gently touching the back of my throat - making me gag. “Breathe, Mitchell, relax.” I followed his instructions and he pushed even further. I took a deep breath and I felt my daddy slide deeper - cutting off my airflow. I tried my best to follow his earlier instructions and relax. He began to slowly thrust in and out of my gullet and he moaned above me. I felt good that I was able to make someone else feel good. But I wanted something more.
I signaled to him that I wanted to speak and he pulled out, “What’s wrong, kiddo? You felt so good.”
“Well, could I try something with you, papa?”
He smirked, “Sure thing, whaddaya wanna do?”
I detailed what I wanted and he complied with a smile. He was on my bed - lying on his belly. I stripped, climbed on top of him, and straddled his thighs, my hard otter dick between his cheeks as I spread his ass with my small hands. “Wait,” I said, “The little boys in the videos always used some kinda liquid on their butts before the grown-ups put their willys in,” I told him, “But I don’t have any.”
“Just use yur mouth, son.” He said.
“M-My mouth,” I inquired, “But that’s where… ya’know…” I trailed off.
“Dontcha worry yur little head none, I promise you’ll like the taste.”
I was unsure if he was telling the truth, but I had no reason to believe that he’d ever lie to me, so, I leaned down to give his hole a hesitant lick. And to my surprise, I did like it. In fact, I loved it. I fully pressed my face into his ass and greedily lapped at his anus. His natural musk was enthralling, both in taste and smell. Each flick of my tongue made me moan in enjoyment, and it made my father squirm in pleasure. “Holy shit…” he groaned, “K-Keep goin’. This feels amazing,” he begged, and I complied.
I started to feel light-headed and I unfortunately pulled away with a gasp. My young member was aching, so I lined it up and thrust in my entire length in one go. My daddy yelped in shock but didn’t complain. I pounded fast and hard, my sizable orbs slapping into his taint as my daddy moaned, “S-S-Slow down there, boy.” But I didn’t listen, I needed more. I instinctively started to develop a rhythm, my hips moving in a rolling motion as I pounded my father's asshole. I continued to fuck him for around an hour, starting to growl and hiss in a predatory manner. But eventually, I came. I slammed my little boy dick balls deep in my father’s asshole, causing us both to moan out in ecstasy. I let loose a flood of musky kid spunk deep into his rectum, and my father shot his load onto my bed sheets at the same time. We both collapsed in exhaustion as my father said, “Goddamn kiddo… you sure know houta fuck yur daddy.” he panted, “So… how was yur first time?”
“It… was awesome,” I replied.
Around a week later I was still dealing with that empty sensation. I was woken up on Saturday morning by my mother, “Hey, good morning, sweety. Me and your dad have a surprise for you.” All I was wearing was my underwear and I followed her down to the basement. Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw him, it was Oscar. He had a strip of duct tape over his mouth and his arms were tied behind his back. My father was holding the struggling boy in place as he cried in fear. “We know that you’ve been pinin’ for this little cutie,” My dad started, “So we went ahead and brought him here for you.” my mother finished.
I walked forward and looked down at the young bunny, my dad later told me that I looked at Oscar with a psychotic gaze of quiet excitement. The young bunny looked up at me in fear, his body quivering. I grabbed his face with both hands and said, “I’m so glad yur here, Oscar.” my father realized that I needed my time with him and let go and sat in a chair by the staircase. “I’ll leave you three to your fun, I gotta get to work,” My mother said, “Sounds good, drive safely,” my father responded.
I walked behind Oscar and held him tightly. I pressed my snout into his neck and took a long, drawn-out inhale, the bunny had begun to sweat in fright and I could smell it. “Hey Papa, there’s this smell on him, but it’s not just his natural scent, what is it?” My dad chuckled and replied, “That’s fear, boy.” he told me with a smirk. “Fear, huh…” I paused momentarily, “I like it, it’s very…” I paused again, trying to find a word to accurately describe the aroma, “I believe the word yur lookin’ fer is ‘intoxicating’.” my father added. “Yeah,” I agreed, “Intoxicating,” I repeated. I kept my muzzle pressed into the crook of his neck as I continuously partook of his fear.
As I did so, my hand mindlessly drifted down to Oscar’s crotch, my paws groping and fondling his underdeveloped package. “Oscar…” I moaned, “You smell so good, I wanna hurt you.” The cub's eyes began to water with tears softly rolling down his cheeks as he shook his head. “Oh yes,” I told him. I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off of his back with the help of my unretracted claws slicing through the fabric, and I did the same to his underwear. “Oh, Oscar… your body is so beautiful.” I complimented him, “You’ll look so nice covered in bruises.” I reached back my right arm and punched him in his side, the blow struck him near his kidney. The rabbit let out a muffled groan of pain and proceeded to collapse onto the cold stone floor. His breathing was irregular and he continued to whimper, his crying turning to unrestrained sobbing as he lay on the floor.
I straddled his legs from behind. I began punching him relentlessly, every strike landing somewhere on his back. I smiled as I listened to his pain-fueled yelps, my cock straining in my underwear. And it wasn’t too long before the bruises started forming. I sat up - panting as I gazed upon his sobbing, mewling form. I then noticed my bulge and took my cock out. I bent down, put my face in his ass, and began to lick at his puckered hole. Once I felt he was properly lubed, I lined up my cock and pushed inside. As I pushed in, Oscar screamed in agony through the gag. Fuck, his pain was soooooo delicious. After all 6 inches of my otter dick was within him, I began thrusting hard and fast, the little boy's tears pooling on the floor.
I pressed my left hand against his head - effectively rubbing his face into the concrete, and I pressed my right hand into his right shoulder - my full weight pressing down on him. I growled and hissed at the boy as I was raping him. His ass clenched around my rod, it was almost as if he liked it. I could feel something warm and wet trickle down my legs, it was blood, Oscar’s blood. That only made me fuck him even harder. The poor bunny still futilely tried struggling against me, “Stop struggling, I know you like it!” I shouted at him.
I could feel myself getting close to a climax. I leaned down and bit his shoulder as my humping reached its maximum speed. I bit down so hard that I could taste blood in my mouth. Not long after this, my cock began to convulse, and I let out a loud, satisfied growl as I came inside of him. My young spunk flooded his rectum as I continued to thrust. Then, my orgasm faded, and I was satisfied. I sat up and sighed in relief as my daddy said, “Goddamn kiddo, that was fuckin’ hot.” he said in earnest.
I then spent the next day and a half repeatedly beating and raping Oscar. One day, while my father was supervising my twenty-fifth session with Oscar, I was fucking the young cub in missionary. Oscar was looking away in exhausted horror and I wrapped one hand around his throat, squeezing tightly. And I wrapped my other hand around his tiny cock and began to swiftly stroke him. The cub struggled weakly against my ministrations, but he eventually had his first orgasm. His cock jumped and twitched as I raped him, he was only 7 so his body couldn’t produce semen yet and his climax was dry. My other hand was then placed around his throat as well and I squeezed even harder. I looked deeply into his red, watery eyes, my hips still bucking into his asshole.
As I continued to look at him, I could tell that his vision was going dark, there was a certain glint in his eyes that started to fade. And soon enough, he was dead, and I shot my load into him once more. After my climax was over, I let go, pulled out, and stood up - panting with a look of pure bliss and satisfaction on my face.
“Good job, son,” My father said, “You’ve experienced yur first kill. And now yur a man. How do ya’ feel?”
“Good… Really good.” I replied.
“And the emptiness, is it gone?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
That day, my dad showed me how to properly get rid of a body. First, he showed me the best way to cut up the body into smaller pieces, he said it was to make destroying each piece easier. Next, he brought out these plastic bins and bottles of acid, which were made of a kind of material that the acid couldn’t melt. Then he filled each bin with acid and slowly lowered each body part into the caustic liquid. Lastly, after each body part had completely melted away, we neutralized the acid with magnesium sulfate.
And just like that, that adorable little boy - Oscar - was dead and gone, and my fixation was satisfied. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel a single ounce of guilt. My dad said that I could keep a few things to remember Oscar by. I kept a photo of him smiling at me that I took earlier that week, the first photo of him in the bathroom, and a bracelet that he was wearing the day that I killed him. A few weeks later, I was diagnosed with severe ADHD and OCD. I later remembered that we had a printer at home, so I printed out the image of Oscar smiling at the camera, and on the back, I wrote:
Name: Oscar
Age: 7
Height: 4 feet
Species: rabbit
Birthday: April 5th, 2000
Death: February 10th, 2007
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