Anthony looked over at Max as the wolf flicked his finished cigarette into the grass and exhaled a gray cloud of smoke out of his muzzle. The young rottie pushed off the brick wall he was leaning against and pouted as he regarded the wolf “How much longer do we have to wait? C’mon, let’s grab someone!” 

The wolf continued his own lean, back against the wall, while he ignored his young toy’s impatient desire to grab anything to give a hump and dump. The park sure had a lot of pretty things out today, but Max was patient enough to wait for something truly sweet to catch his eye, whereas the rottie wanted to sink his teeth and dick into just about anything. Ever since Max broke the young dog and turned him into a proper beta bitch, the boy began to look up to the wolf and emulate him as much as he could. Once a week they get together to go down to the city park and pick off something young and sweet, and if Anthony was lucky, he got to have sloppy seconds. But what the boy really loved is watching Max work, so brutal and masterful in how he raped his prey, shattering their lives because it felt good to his dick. “I told you, pup, I’m not interested in some cheap ass I can pick up anywhere. I spend all week saving up my load, and I’m going to dump it into something beautiful in the end. Stop being so damn impatient or I’ll make you go home and jerk off instead.” 

Crossing his arms, Tony huffed and emoted his frustration with being made to wait, and at the idea of being denied his own release which thanks to the wolf, only came once a week now. To be his age, and only able to get off once a week was nearly agony, but ever since Max made the rule, he did truly have some of the most powerful climaxes of his young life. Sometimes it would come in the form of Max making him a bitch, other times when they would go hunt for prey, he was always lucky enough to get a piece of the ass the wolf picked up. A sudden snap of Max’s fingers to get the dog’s attention rang loudly, and Anthony quickly spotted what the wolf was looking at coming down the path. 

It was precious, two teenage boys, holding hands, cheerfully chatting back and forth as they enjoyed a nice quiet walk through the park together. They looked a little older than Anthony, maybe 16 or so, one was a white mouse boy, the other a brown otter. They stood at the same height, and somehow they looked pretty cute as a couple. Max pushed off the wall and looked over at Tony. “Be good, and I’ll let you have one to yourself. Understand?”

“Yeah yeah! Totally!” the dog picked up the metal baseball bat leaning against the wall beside him and parked it over his shoulder as he got into position behind some bushes and got ready to ‘introduce’ himself to the boys along with Max. 

The wolf stepped out behind a tree in front of the boys just as they were coming up to him, and right away with the way the wolf strode out into the middle of the path and regarded the two, the couple stopped and knew something was up before the wolf even spoke. “Hello, my what a beautiful pair you two make. I don’t think I’ve seen two cutties as perfect for each other in all my days.”

The pair instantly knew the danger in front of them and the mouse pulled the otter by the arm to turn around just as Tony stepped out several feet behind him with the bat leaning across his shoulder, a wild grin on his muzzle as he blocked off their escape. “Going somewhere?” he asked, lowering the bat into his other free hand, ready to make use of it if he had to. 

The mouse turned to face the wolf and pushed the otter behind him protectively and squeaked out “What the hell? What do you want?” The otter looked back at the dog behind them and clung to the body of his boyfriend in fear. 

Max’s senses were heightened seeing the younger males in fear and for all the right reasons. Giving a soft growl he answered, “To have some fun with you of course.” The wolf started to step toward them, as did Anthony from behind. “Make you a deal..” Max said looking the mouse in the eyes “..be good little fag and swallow my knot, and I’ll stop my buddy from burrowing his into your otter boyfriend’s little ass.” 

The boy’s heads switched back and forth between the wolf and the dog, trapped between them and the distances closing in. The mouse shouted in a panic “RUN!” and then threw himself at the wolf head-on to give his love a chance to bolt and escape. The otter took off, but Anthony was fit and quick and chased after him, the marine mammal didn’t have any real chance of escaping very far, and was pounced down to the ground with ease. The mouse tussled with the adult wolf that was so much larger than him and was slammed bodily down onto the ground with the wolf on top of him, pinning him and grinning wide, nose to nose with the weaker male. 

Max looked down into those panicked eyes which didn’t care for himself, as the mouse tried to catch sight of the otter to see if he had been able to make an escape. The wolf loved seeing the look of terror develop as Anthony picked up the otter and began to lead the boy back, at the end of his baseball bat. The wolf murred and presses his swelling bulge down onto the rodent’s softer little body. “I never was going to let you lover get out of this without a good dicking from one of us, but now since you wanted to try that little stunt, I’m going to let my friend do whatever he wants to him. He’s been itching all weak to play with something pretty too!”

Anthony shoved the end of the bat against the otter’s shoulders and told him to kneel on the ground just a few feet away from the wolf and mouse, and then stepped up behind the boy and leveled the bat with the back of his head as if readying for a swing. The mouse sobbed out and begged “NO! Please.. don’t hurt him please!” The otter was kneeling with his hands up, shaking violently, crying as the two males assaulted them. The mouse looked up at the wolf “I’m sorry! Please forgive me, just don’t hurt him, hurt me. Punish me!” 

The wolf licked over his lips and released own of the mouse’s writs, so he could reach his hand down to the boy’s chest and feel down his body and stuff his hand into the kid’s pants and feel around for his bits, molesting them. “Yeah, hurt you instead of him? Can I hurt you in front of him?” the wolf closed his fingers around the boy’s balls and squeezed enough to make the mouse’s jaw clench and issue a hiss of pain, leaving him on the edge of screaming out loudly. 

The poor rodent had one arm free, but he knew he couldn’t fight the wolf and win. With throbbing pain in his balls, he groaned and looked into the wolf’s eyes “Please, don’t! Please?” the boy begged as tears welled in his eyes, knowing the wolf was in control at this point. It took the kid a moment to relax his tensed-up free arm, despite it being held down by the wrist, but Max would feel it going limp and laying against the ground, and his tight grip on it would ease a bit. Besides, he had the kid by his balls. 

Anthony watched Max lift himself up off the mouse, hand still stuffed into the boy’s shorts, holding him by his dangly parts, a very effective way to hold someone. The otter began to beg “Please don’t hurt him, we didn’t do anything to you guys! This isn’t right!” The rottie gave the bat a little tap-tap against the otter’s head to quiet him up. 

Max looked back at the otter with an evil smile all over his muzzle and then regarded the mouse “Does he really love you, boy?” he asked the mouse, firmly rolling those rodent nuts between his fingers, drawing more grunts and huffs out of the subdued male. 

Looking right up at the wolf, the mouse nodded his head and said “Yes, yes! We love each other so very very much!” the otter huffed and sobbed, seeing his lover helpless under a big bad wolf was just awful and there was nothing he could do to help. It was torture to kneel there, watching the boy you love being defeated like this. 

Max released the mouse’s balls and pulled his hand from his pants. “Swallow my knot, or I’m going to make you watch your boyfriend’s skull get cracked open with fucking baseball bat. Understand?” The wolf narrowed his eyes, it wasn’t a joke, it wasn’t an idle threat. The boy knew he has no choice in this matter, it was to give the wolf what he wanted or watch his boyfriend get murdered before him. The kid nodded his head, lips trembling. Max pushed himself up and stood with his back to the otter. Once standing the mouse very slowly sat up and got onto his knees. 

Anthony and the otter were not allowed to see what was happening, the wolf made sure that only he could see that look of pure defeat in the rodent’s eyes, and let the sound of a zipper being pulled down fill the ears of the boys behind him. A few moments later the otter watched his boyfriend’s hands lift up to the crotch of the wolf before him, and then his body lean forward. Max murred and switched his tail before he looked over his shoulder, and looked right into the broken-hearted eyes of the otter, openly reaching his hand down to the back of the mouse’s head and pulling it against his crotch and drawing a louder choke. Max turned his gaze back to the kid he was choking with his dick and used one of those large ears as a handle, stroking his thumb deep down into the large tender dish, stroking as a simple reward for his submission while he pushed his hips forward and forced more lupine dick into that mouth and throat. “Look up at me,” Max demanded, and when those eyes met his he chuckled. “Good boy.” 

The otter’s entire world was breaking, his arms lowered down to his side, and he looked at the ground rather than directly watch the wolf take his boyfriend’s mouth right before him. He didn’t want to watch, he felt ashamed that he couldn’t fight, couldn’t do anything. Anthony noticed the kid trying to avert his eyes and shoved the bat against the back of his neck. “No cheating, watch it happen. That is the least you can do for your boyfriend while he suffers for you, fag.” The otter looked up at the dog behind him, that canine face showed only glee at the horrific rape going on right now. The teenage boy turned and looked back to see the mouse’s body between the legs of the wolf, his arms having dropped down to his sides again now that the wolf was steadily humping and throat-raping the only boy he loved in this life. 

“Yeah little bitch, feels pretty good to suck a real man off doesn't it? Yeah I can tell you like it by how your tongue curls around my knot. Bet that little otter cant pack your maw full like this can he?” Max used both his hand to hold the kid’s head in place as he brought his legs together for a moment so he would wiggle his pants down his legs and step out of them, freeing his bare legs and ass up now. His tail flagged up proudly and the otter and rottie watched a strong powerful wolf’s lower half tense up and buck into the face of a lesser bitch and teenage male, using him for his own pleasure as nature intended. “Keep those eyes open, don’t go to sleep yet, almost there little one!” The wolf encouraged. 

Anthony was panting and pitching a tent in his pants, he knew the wolf was choking that kid out on his dick and it was made all the more special seeing the otter crying and whimpering, powerless to stop any of it. The dog stepped up behind the otter and leaned down to whisper into his ear “He’s got a HUGE dick and knot, I know for a fact your boyfriend can't breathe with it in his throat right now. He’s choking on a wolf cock, rather than your cock. Heh heh. Listen to that sound.” The dog would stop speaking and if for a moment the wet squelches and friction of the wolf’s cock plunging into the mouse’s throat would seem louder. 

Max moans loudly and gives one more thrust inward before his tail starts jerking up with every throb of his balls and pulses of his cum shooting into the bitch kneeling in front of him. From behind the otter can see fluids dripping down onto the mouse’s shirt as wolf cum back floods out of the rodent’s mouth. The boy’s hands grab onto the side of the wolf’s legs in reaction, but Max just moans and says “Look at me, LOOK AT ME! Yeah, take it, take it all, mmmm just like that, hang on.. hang on just a bit longer… unngh.. mmmmm fuck yeah, eyes open.. c’mon!” Max casually slaps the boy’s face while holding his head on his dick a little longer. The mouse’s arms fall limp to his side and Max suddenly releases the boy who collapses onto his back, limply and doesn’t appear to be breathing anymore. “Ha!” 

The otter cries out “NOOOO!” and goes to lung forward and help his boyfriend, but Anthon is quick to slip that bat under the kid’s chin and used it to pull and hold him back in place. Max slowly turns around, hard wolf cock dripping and covered with an excess of cum. That cock was so big it must have gone halfway down the mouse’s neck! “You son of a bitch!!!” the otter wails in pain. Max smiled and stepped a footpaw down on the mouse’s face, turning his head to the side. The otter continued to struggle despite the bat wrenching into his throat under his chin. “Don’t touch him! Don’t you touch him!” he wailed in a mix of sorrow and rage. 

Anthony was so very excited, shoving the otter down onto the ground, and landing on top of him. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to have some fun of his own and began spending half his attention and effort holding the otter down, and the other half getting his own shorts down and dick out.  Max chuckled at the otter’s dismay, understanding it, after all just seeing your boyfriend choked to death on a cock wasn’t a nice thing to endure. Anthony loved the thrashing and squirming of the otter that was actually a little older than him, but he was strong enough and slightly larger, so he was able to hold the kid down and eventually burrow his dick into that water-tight ass!

The otter wailed out loud as that dry dick plunged into him, and then he felt a hand on the side of his face crushing his head into the ground as the rottie leaned his weight forward and push pressure on the kid’s entire skull. That quickly took a lot of the fight out of the otter, who just cried as that dick pushed harder and deeper into his warm pink insides. Anthony was an animal, he wanted to break this kid worse than Max had broken the mouse. Yanking his hips back he would ram his dick forward time and time again, drilling his manhood deeper into his prey, and would get his knot through that tight ring well before it had swollen up. The dog then laid his chest down across the back of the boy and began giving short rapid speed thrusts which were quickly getting his dick and knot both to swell deep inside his victim. 

Max knew that Anthony was not going to last very long, the kid never did, these hunts and rapes were all a bit too much for him still, and he had the stamina of a bottle rocket. Padding over to the two boys on the ground, the wolf would bend down and take hold of the baseball bat now and pad back over to the mouse, bat slung over his shoulder and held in one hand for the moment. Anthony moaned “Oh fuck.. oh fuck.. I am gonna blow up! FUCK FUCK!” his eyes fixated on his mentor who without any hesitation stood between the mouse’s legs, gripped and readied the bat with both hands, and drew it back. Max looked over at the otter and gave a mocking kiss-kiss at him before he acted. Max’s left foot raised up, and stomped down right on the rodent’s crotch. The mouse’s arms shot out and his body sat up and forward just as Max swung for the fences and a loud metalic ‘CLANG!’ rang out as the rodent’s head was knocked to the side swiftly and his body collapsed back down to the ground. Anthony bellowed out and exploded with the hardest orgasm of his life into the otter’s broken ass, as he watched the mouse being killed in that moment. 

The otter screamed, in physical and mental agony, seeing his rodent boyfriend wasn’t dead, just to promptly be put down by the wolf while the dog exploded lances of hot canine seed into his bowels. The hot rush of semen and fluids into his body shot through him and the boy’s head and the entire body slumped. He gave a few weaker sobs before going completely limp. His eyes took on a distant stare and he sniffled while the dog inside his body finished unloading the bulk of his load in the next few minutes. Anthony was trembling with how amazingly good his entire body felt, laying across unmoving prey, having watched the wolf rape and brutally snuff out some cute boy mouse in front of his boyfriend even. Max casually pulled out a fresh cig and lit it up, and smoked it as he got his pants back on and waited for Anthony to pull his knot free of the bitch he was stuck in. 

The rottie loved tieing to unwilling victims, but damn it hurt to have to pull out early, rather than being allowed to wait and let his knot shrink, but Max and he had to get going, he couldn’t stay there for the full tie. Ripping his knotted dick out of the otter’s ass tore that ring and made the kid reach back with both hands and hold his now bleeding backside, leaking a big load of rottweiler cum. Max looked down at the otter who lay there, broken, raped, and then after Anthony pulled his shorts up, tossed the bat to the kid. Anthony looked at the wolf a little wide-eyed. Max nodded. “Go on, he’s yours to do.” 

Tony stepped his foot onto the lower back of the otter and gripped the bat tight with both hands. It took him a moment to get ready for this moment, his first real kill. Max had always been the one to do it, but now it was his chance, his turn, and he wanted to make the wolf proud. Licking his lips with excitement, the predator urges and nature within him rising up, the rottie raised the bat high over the top of his own head and swung straight down with enough force that the otter’s head split and left a splatter mark across the ground, nearly hitting the wolf in the process. Anthony gasped and stepped back, looking at the damage he had just done and the two dead raped bodies left on the pathway. 

Max chuckled “Damn, been wanting to do that for a while huh?” 

“Oh god, that was the best feeling in the whole world!” the dog rubbed at his own chest, his body shaking a bit. “Fuck.. fuck.. I feel so great!” the dog stepped up onto the body of the ottter with both feet. “I feel like a 100 feet tall!” 

Max grinned toothily knowing exactly what it felt like and moved over to gently slip his arm around the dog’s shoulders and pull him off the dead otter boy. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. I’m hungry, let’s get some pizza, yeah?” 

“I could eat.” Tony said, shouldering the baseball bat and walking off with the wolf, leaving the two lovers there to be found by someone else.