A Special Treat

Written by Phantasmagore

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of adult fantasy involving fictional characters. The author does not condone any of the illegal or immoral actions portrayed within.

Ding Dong!

Boris looked up from his book at the sound of the doorbell. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘it was just getting good.’ 

He groaned as he lifted himself out of his rickety wooden chair. The 55-year-old pit bull was feeling his age after a rainy day, little aches piercing his joints like pin needles. Thankfully, he had set up shop only a few yards away from the door. On Halloween night, there wasn’t much point in going further away.

He grabbed the plastic bowl sitting on a nearby table, filled to the brim with a colorful assortment of candy, and he put on the most neighborly smile he could manage as he opened the door.

“Trick or treat!” a small cub shouted, holding up a pumpkin-shaped pail expectantly. It was Billy Dodder, the little mouse boy whose family lived next door. He was dressed in a cheap-looking pirate costume, complete with a foam sword at his hip and a bright red bandana wrapped around his forehead. It was longer than you would usually see, though, with a tail hanging down to the boy’s waist. It looked like he might have repurposed a winter scarf to complete his outfit.

“Happy Halloween, Boris,” said the boy’s father, Winston. Boris got along well with his neighbor, having discovered over the past couple of years that they had quite a lot in common with each other, and with several other men in the neighborhood. Together, they’d formed something of an unofficial men’s club, getting together on occasion to hang out with a few beers and watch football together.

“Hey Winston. No costume tonight?” Boris asked.

The mouse shook his head. “No, just coming along to say hi to the guys and make sure Billy isn’t getting into any trouble around the neighborhood tonight.”

“Billy?” Boris gasped with mock surprise. “Why, is that who this little scallywag is? That can’t be; this is a fearsome pirate, right here.”

He reached down and ruffled Billy’s head, making the boy giggle. “So, ‘trick or treat,’ huh? Which one, which one? I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we let your daddy decide?” He looked up at his friend. “Well, what do you think, Winston?”

Winston made a show of pondering the question while his son exclaimed, “Treat! Treat!”

“Hmmm…,” he mused. “Why don’t we pick… treat.”

“Well, alright then,” Boris said. Billy cheered as the dog offered him the candy bowl, eagerly rifling through the candy to pick out his favorite.

“You know,” Winston added, “Billy has been a very patient boy all day, even though he wanted to start trick-or-treating as early as possible, so I think he’s earned an extra treat, don’t you?”

The boy’s eyes lit up as the pit bull nodded. “That’s sounds fair. What do you think, Billy?”

“Yeah, another treat!” the mouse boy exclaimed, getting ready to dive back in for a second piece of candy.

Boris pulled back. “Woah, woah, woah, hold your horses there, little man. You don’t want just another treat. Good boys get a special treat.”

By this point, Billy’s eyes were as wide as saucers, overcome by delight at the thought of something even better than what he’d already picked out of the bowl. “Really?”

“You bet,” Boris said. He set the bowl down on the table before opening a drawer to reveal a dish holding a small pile of candies. Their red wrappers were unlabeled, which only enticed the boy more as he wondered what kind of candy was hidden inside. When Boris dropped it into Billy’s hand, the young mouse looked at it as if it were some wondrous treasure.

“What kind of candy is it?” Billy asked.

“It’s a surprise,” Boris answered, “but it’s a very special, one-of-a-kind candy. So you should wait until you’ve gotten all your trick-or-treating done, and then eat it later when you’re home with all your treasure.”

With a salute to the pirate boy and a quick wink to his father, Boris bid the two a good night and shut the door. With a sigh of relief, he relaxed his posture and returned to his chair. He sat down and picked up his book.

‘Alright, back to wha—'

Ding Dong!

‘Damn it!’

……………

Boris let out a tired sigh as he set down the candy bowl. ‘That’s the last of it,’ he thought. ‘Time to call it a night.’

As fun a time as Halloween was in the neighborhood, it was exhausting, especially since Boris didn’t have his own children. All the parents in the neighborhood got to relive the joy of trick-or-treating vicariously through their excited little ones, whereas Boris just got little bits and pieces of it when they came to his front door. Still, he enjoyed how happy it made the kids.

He turned off the porch lights to signal that Halloween was over at his house. Now that things should settle down, he would finally have some time to read his book. All night, the kids couldn’t have more perfectly timed their arrivals to interrupt his reading if they’d tried. Boris took the book into his living room, settling into his sofa, since he no longer had to stay near the door. This was much more comfortable on his aching body, and a relaxed smile worked its way onto his face as he opened up the book to where he left off.

‘Where was I? Aha, right here. Dana’s eyes widened in shock as she saw—'

Ding Dong!

Boris’s head snapped up, annoyed, as the doorbell rang. ‘Don’t they know what it means when the porch light is off?’ he thought. He didn’t bother getting up, figuring that whatever straggler was waiting outside would realize their mistake and leave when nobody came to answer the door. As the seconds ticked by, he settled back into the sofa, his irritation subsiding. There were often one or two stragglers at the end of the night who hoped they might get one last piece of candy, but they usually left pretty quickly once they realized he wasn’t coming.

Ding Dong!

‘Oh, come on. Can’t the kid’s parent tell them to move on to the next house already?’

Ding Dong!

“God damn it!” he growled, slamming the book shut. Apparently, he was going to have to go take care of this himself. He stomped over to the front door and flung it open, expecting to see some greedy little brat with an overflowing bucket and an inattentive parent on their phone. Instead, he saw only a small cub under a big white sheet, holes cut out for their bright green eyes to peer through. They didn’t have the usual colorful Halloween bucket in their hands, but instead just a simple plastic bag from a grocery store. Boris couldn’t tell who it was under the sheet, but it was weird to see a cub with such a simple costume. Normally, the neighborhood kids were wearing something straight out of a store, with maybe one or two personal touches added. Even stranger, the cub was alone; there was no parent in sight.

“Trick or treat!” the cub called from under the sheet, his voice hinting that he was a young boy. He held the bag out expectantly. Boris saw only a few scattered pieces of candy inside. It seemed like this cub was sneaking around the houses at the end of the night, picking up whatever was left behind after most trick-or-treaters had gone home.

“You’re a little late, kid,” he said. “I’m all out of candy. Where are your parents?”

The boy hesitated, his eyes flicking down nervously for a moment before answering, “They’re at home. They told me I’m big enough to go trick-or-treating alone this year.”

Boris could practically smell the lie on him. Maybe this was a cub who’d already made his rounds throughout the neighborhood, and now he was trying to sneak in seconds with a new costume. Whatever the situation, Boris didn’t want it to become his problem.

“Listen, kid, it’s too late for you to get candy from this house. You have to go somewhere else.”

He started to close the door, but his progress halted with a sudden jolt. He peeked around to see the cub physically blocking the door and trying to push it further open.

“No!” the boy exclaimed. “I want candy! Give me some! Now!”

Boris growled. “Knock it off! I don’t have any candy left.”

The cub was having none of it. “Give me candy!” he insisted.

“Kid, if you don’t stop, I’m going to call your parents and tell them about how you’re behaving!”

That threat was usually enough to dissuade the neighborhood kids anytime they were acting out of line, but to Boris’s surprise, this cub didn’t seem to care. He just kept pushing against the door, banging his fist against it and demanding candy. 

Boris couldn’t believe what was happening. He knew just about every cub in the neighborhood, but he couldn’t imagine which of them would act like this. As the struggle between them continued, with the boy putting his full force into it and Boris trying to stand firm without hurting him, Boris’s fingers accidentally caught on the sheet, and it slipped off to reveal the would-be intruder.

A squirrel boy, probably around nine or ten years old, stood on Boris’s stoop, glaring up at him. His reddish-brown fur was bristling, and his bushy tail twitched angrily behind him. Weirdly, Boris didn’t recognize him. He couldn’t recall a squirrel family living anywhere nearby.

The squirrel puffed his cheeks and stomped his feet. “Hey! Give me back my costume!”

“Calm down or I’m keeping it for the rest of the night!” Boris said. That only seemed to anger the cub more, and before Boris could try to close the door again, he had a squirrel boy in the midst of a tantrum inside his house.

“Give it back!” the boy screamed, grasping for the sheet. The height difference made it easy for Boris to keep it out of his reach.

“What the hell is the matter with you, kid? What do you want?” Boris growled.

“I! Want! Candy!”

“I don’t have any more candy!”

“It’s Halloween! You gotta have candy! Gimme it!”

That was the moment a thought clicked into place in Boris’s head. His face softened, his posture relaxed, and it looked to the boy as if the stranger was finally deciding to be nice and give him what he wanted. In a way, he was right.

“You know,” Boris said, “now that I think about it, I actually do have a little bit of candy left.”

The boy’s eyes lit up. “I knew it! Gimme!”

“Ah ah ah,” Boris chided, waggling a finger at the overly eager squirrel. “Before I give you the candy, I just want to know whereabouts your family lives.”

“Wh- What?” the squirrel exclaimed nervously. “I- I don’t think I’m supposed to…”

“I know the kids in this neighborhood, and I know you aren’t one of ‘em,” Boris said. “So, I want to know why you’re here instead of wherever you family lives.”

The squirrel stared at the floor, weighing his options, before mumbling, “R-Rose Hollow…”

That explained it. Rose Hollow was an apartment community a few miles away. Few to none of the residents there would be handing out candy for trick-or-treaters. He was a little impressed with the kid for traveling so far, although that was spoiled by how much of a little shit he was being.

Still, Boris had already decided how the cub could make up for that, and it was time to put it into action. “Alright then, kid, all I’ve got left are the special candies I give out to the best boys and girls in the neighborhood. Do you want one?”

“Yeah!” the boy cheered.

“What’s your name, bud?” Boris asked as he opened the little drawer in the nearby table and pulled out the dish of red candies. There were two left, so Boris picked one up and held it out.

The squirrel wasted no time in snatching the candy away, grinning from ear to ear as he inspected it. “Marvin,” he answered, most of his hesitation vanishing now that he was getting what he wanted. He moved to drop the candy in his plastic bag, but Boris interrupted him.

“That’s a real special treat,” the canine said. “It’d be a waste to wait and let it spoil in there with all the other candy. Go ahead and eat it to get a little sugar boost for the rest of the night.”

Marvin eyed the candy, curiosity written plainly across his face as he tried to guess what it was beneath the wrapper. He peeled it open to reveal a soft pink candy, kind of like a gummy. He popped it in his mouth and started to chew, too focused on the powerful flavors of strawberry and pure sugar to notice the odd look in the grownup’s eyes, or the way the pit bull adjusted his jeans while watching him.

He enjoyed the taste, but as he kept chewing and chewing, there was another flavor hidden underneath. He couldn’t quite tell what it was, though, thanks to how well the sweetness covered it up. He wriggled his tongue around to try to find its source, but he couldn’t.

“What kind of candy is this, mister?” he asked as he chewed.

Boris grinned. “It’s something I make for the neighbors every now and then. My own special recipe. Do you like it?”

Marvin nodded. The gummy was dissolving in his mouth now, and as he swallowed it, he got another hint of that odd flavor. It reminded him a bit of when his mom made him drink cough syrup, though it was thankfully hidden by the other tastes.

“Something tastes kinda funny,” he said. “It’s kinda like a… like… like a shhhyrr…”

The words weren’t coming out right. His tongue was getting so heavy, it couldn’t lift itself to help him talk. His jaw was starting to hang open, and every time he swallowed, the muscles in his throat were getting weaker and more sluggish.

“Wh- wha…”

The room spun, everything going out of focus. He couldn’t tell what he was looking at anymore. He didn’t register as Boris walked up and grabbed each side of his face, tilting his head upward to get a better look. His pupils were dilating heavily, his eyes wide and unfocused, his eyelids drooping. The drug in the candy was working like a charm.

As the boy’s limbs started to go slack, the pit bull caught him and lifted him up. “Hope you’re enjoying your special treat, kiddo,” he teased as he carried Marvin into his living room. “Because I know I’m going to enjoy mine.”

Marvin couldn’t understand the words, all of his senses turning into a dull, confused mess. As the sedative took full effect, he was left in a daze, not fully asleep, but unable to fully grasp what was happening. Limp and helpless.

‘Perfect,’ Boris thought, grunting as his pants got tighter by the second. He dropped the boy unceremoniously on the sofa and said in mock concern, “Oh no. It looks like you had one too many pieces of candy. Don’t worry, it happens all the time, especially to the naughty cubs who don’t know when to quit and leave me the fuck alone.”

After a bit of fumbling with his belt and zipper, Boris’s pants were left discarded on the floor, his boxers tenting out as more and more of the pit bull’s cock slipped out of its sheath. His shirt came next, exposing his strong but pudgy frame to the squirrel’s unfocused eyes. Marvin just laid there, motionless, as the adult climbed on top of him and grabbed his shirt. With a firm tug, he yanked it off over Marvin’s head, the boy’s arms flopping like limp noodles as they slipped free.

Boris licked his lips hungrily. Every new inch of fur he exposed just made him harder. Staring at the boy’s skinny belly wasn’t what he was after, though, so without any delay, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Marvin’s pants and pulled. Marvin’s underwear was taken along for the ride, too, so within seconds, his entire body was left naked for Boris’s viewing pleasure.

It was a feast for the pit bull’s eyes. Marvin’s little humanoid cock and balls were puny next to his thick canine shaft, red and throbbing. By grabbing the boy’s legs and spreading them, Boris was able to get a clear look at his plump butt, with a hint of the pink hole hidden between its cheeks. The dazed look in his eyes was the cherry on top. The lights were on, but no one was home, making it easy for the horny grownup to have his fun however he wanted.

Boris tugged Marvin’s body to the edge of the couch to give himself better access. Now, it was easy for him to spread the boy’s cheeks and give himself a clear view of that tight tailhole. Licking his lips, he pressed his nose to it and inhaled, taking in its scent. ‘Clean. Pure. Unclaimed. Virgin,’ he growled hungrily. ‘Poor boy. Let me fix that.’

He flicked his tongue across Marvin’s pucker, getting just a hint of its taste as he watched it try to react. It was like it was moving in slow motion, the sluggish, lax muscles clenching weakly in response to the sensation. From the look of it, Boris guessed that it wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.

‘Good.’

He took his time with the second pass of his tongue, savoring the flavor of the cub’s untouched flesh. The wrinkles of Marvin’s pucker were like lanes guiding him toward his target until his tongue was tracing the hole’s rim. It just made him want to explore deeper, so, without any hesitation, he pressed against it, only facing brief resistance before the sedated muscles gave way. Boris’s groan of approval reverberated through the boy’s inner walls, barely managing to register as an odd tingle in Marvin’s mind.

Boris’s tongue whipped around, licking at every inch of Marvin’s walls within reach, coating them in a thick layer of slobber. Underage boy ass flooded his tastebuds, mingling with the raw satisfaction of claiming something so innocent and taboo to form an indescribable pleasure. Boris savored every moment, pulling the boy’s legs as far apart as he could for better access and pushing his muzzle forward to bury more of his tongue inside.

The deeper he went, the hornier he got. By this point, his cock was fully out of its sheath, a wet spot forming on the front of his briefs as it started to leak precum. He kept going until his lips pressed against Marvin’s rear. He was practically making out with the boy’s ass now, his lips forming a tight seal around it. He prodded and played with the tight entrance, loosening it up bit by bit.

He would periodically pull back to appreciate the view of the cub’s tailhole, clenching and unclenching around nothing. Its slick coating of saliva glistened in the light, inviting him to dive back into its depths. So, that’s exactly what he did, burying his tongue back inside and giving the pink flesh a sloppy kiss. Little more than a few quiet squeaks escaped the cub’s mouth as he was tonguefucked, the sounds doing nothing but fueling Boris’s lust.

This went on for several minutes, until finally, the straining of Boris’s erection against his boxers was getting to be too much to wait any longer. He withdrew his tongue from Marvin’s tailhole, stopping for a second to give it one last loving kiss on the way out.

He stood up and pulled down his boxers, finally letting his canine cock spring free from its confines. The red shaft swung in the air, flinging drops of precum onto the boy’s legs and groin. Grinning, Boris rubbed it in where it landed on Marvin’s cute little ballsack, imagining that he was permanently marking the boy as his conquest.

He pressed the tip against Marvin’s tight hole, just rubbing it around to start. “You ready for my cock, buddy?” he asked. 

The boy was unresponsive, of course, his unfocused eyes staring off into the distance. 

“I’ll take that as a yes! Tell you what, if you want me to use some extra lube, just let me know.” 

A bit of drool dribbled out the corner of Marvin’s mouth, winding its way down his face and dripping onto the sofa. 

“You like it raw and rough, then, huh? Such a naughty boy. In that case, I promise I’ll go as hard as I can.”

He began to press forward, grunting from the effort. Even with the slickness of his saliva and the sedative working to relax Marvin’s muscles, a young, inexperienced hole like his would always be an incredibly tight fit for his thick member.

‘Just how I like it,’ he thought. Finally, there was a loud, wet squelch as the squirrel’s resistance succumbed to his strength, and the first inch or two of his cock sank inside. Boris groaned loudly. He hadn’t gotten any action in a long time, and it had been even longer since his last virgin, so the vicelike grip of Marvin’s inner walls was heavenly.

A soft sound, like a quiet, drawn-out whine, leaked from Marvin’s mouth. There was no force behind it, as if it were just some involuntary reaction of his body rather than fueled by any conscious intent. His mind was too far gone, and his body was rendered unable to resist or understand what was happening, so all it could do with its full effort was eke out the most pathetic of noises and inadvertently make its molester even hornier.

Boris couldn’t help himself as he looked down at the boy’s slack face. He was just too cute to resist. The pit bull leaned down and planted his lips on Marvin’s, slipping his tongue into his mouth in history’s most one-sided French kiss. Boris’s only regret was that Marvin was no doubt too out of it to taste his own ass on the grownup’s tongue. He would have killed to witness that reaction.

Nevertheless, he could still have his fun, and as his cock reminded him with an impatient throb, there was a fresh hole waiting to be fucked. He grabbed Marvin by the hips to hold him in place, and then he started to push.

Slowly, steadily, inch by glorious inch, Boris’s cock forced its way inside. Soft, warm walls squeezed his length from all sides. Boris moaned into Marvin’s mouth before releasing the boy’s lips with a gasp. “Fuuuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good, kid. How the fuck have you made it this long without anyone doing this before?”

By the time his balls were grazing Marvin’s rump, Boris’s cock had swollen into nine inches of throbbing man meat. It forced Marvin’s insides to stretch around its girth, rearranging its new home to suit its needs.

After giving himself a moment to catch his breath, heart pounding in his chest, Boris began pulling his hips back, letting his cock slide out of the boy’s warm innards until just the tip was left waiting inside. The next thrust in was just a bit faster than the first, and so was the next time pulling out. In. Out. In. Out. Each time, he went a little faster, a little harder. The tingles of electric pleasure coursing up his spine just got stronger, pushing him to keep going.

He worked up a rhythm, the wet plaps of his groin meeting Marvin’s rear getting louder. As his saliva dried, it was being replaced by the generous helping of precum he kept shooting into the boy’s rear. The more powerful his thrusts got, the more of the slimy fluid was forced to leak out of Marvin’s ass, dripping down and matting down the fur of his butt.

By this point, any concern for being gentle had left Boris’s thoughts. His desire to rut his new toy was taking over as it became clear how effectively the drug had helped Marvin’s tailhole relax to accommodate his girth. Besides, Boris made a promise to go as hard as he could, and he was a man of his word.

He tightened his grip on Marvin’s hips, withdrawing his shaft again before slamming the entire thing inside in a single, powerful thrust. The force of it sent a jolt through Marvin’s body and, for the briefest of moments, Boris swore he could see a spark of life in those eyes before they sank back into their dim stupor.

Boris didn’t pause, instead just pulling and out ramming himself back in at full force. His balls smacked against Marvin’s rump loudly enough that it could’ve been mistaken for an open-handed slap. He kept going, putting all his strength into fucking that tight hole.

Everything, from the feeling of Marvin’s ass clinging feebly to his shaft as he pounded it raw, to the boy’s little whimpers that lacked the strength to fully form, added to the burning heat in Boris’s core. He couldn’t imagine anything in the world feeling better than this. It was the feeling of taking something that could never be replaced. The squirrel’s innocence was gone forever, snatched away by Boris.

His hips were a blur now as they smashed into Marvin’s soft rump again and again. Whatever little ability the cub’s insides had left to struggle against him was fully destroyed, his guts reduced to little more than a tight sleeve for Boris to fuck. Of course, in the horny pit bull’s mind, that’s all it ever really was, regardless of what Marvin believed.

As minutes of savage rutting passed, Boris found it getting more difficult to force himself all the way in and out of Marvin’s asshole. The bulbous knot at the base of his cock was swelling, stretching Marvin’s hole to even greater limits on each thrust. Soon enough, it was big enough to turn the boy’s sphincter into a puffy ring of red muscle, clinging desperately to the growing mass of meat. A loud, wet pop accompanied it each time it managed to squeeze in or out.

Boris could feel his orgasm approaching quickly as he knot fucked his victim. “Good news, boy,” he huffed, “I’ve got another treat for you, since you liked your first one so much. It’s brewing in my balls right now, so to get it out, I’ve gotta knot your slutty ass. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

He paused to catch his breath, his recent exertion leaving him panting and sweaty. It gave him one last moment to appreciate the feeling of Marvin’s ass, random muscle twinges massaging his shaft from the tip down to where his knot sat just outside, kissing Marvin’s entrance. He managed to catch his breath before saying, “Alright, buddy, last chance. If you want me to stop, just say so right now.” He made a show of waiting for the response he knew wasn’t coming, staring straight into Marvin’s dull green eyes.

He continued with a grin, “Okay, how about this? If you want me to knot you and dump every drop of my cum inside of you, then just lay there and don’t say anything.” Never before had silence been such music to his ears. “Well, if that’s what you want, then who am I to say no?” he said cheerily.

He pinned Marvin down with his full weight before slipping his cock out to the tip, poising himself to put every ounce of his strength behind this last thrust. Looking into the boy’s face, his heart fluttered for a moment, and in a move of almost twisted tenderness, he caressed Marvin’s cheek, wiping away some of the drool leaking from his mouth, and then he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on Marvin’s nose. The moment soon passed, though, and his eyes hardened as he slammed his hips forward. His shaft slid home inside the cub with a wet schlick, followed by a meaty pop as his almost fist-sized knot forced itself past Marvin’s rim and sealed itself inside him.

Boris howled as ecstasy took over, starting in his groin and surging outward to wash over his entire body. His cock swelled to its greatest size before shooting the first of many ropes of cum into Marvin’s waiting guts. Boris gasped and moaned, his vision going white as the tight, fleshy hold on his cock got warmer and wetter from the generous helping of baby batter flooding the space. He could feel it working its way down his length until it reached the unyielding mass of his knot. With nowhere else to escape, each subsequent spurt of cum went deeper into Marvin’s innards, a small bulge beginning to form in his abdomen as his guts were filled to the brim.

The orgasm went on for at least a couple of minutes, with Boris prolonging his pleasure as long as he could with the occasional mini-thrust and horny muttering. Finally, though, he began to come down from his high, the raw euphoria of his climax giving way to the pleasurable tingles of the afterglow. 

Normally, he would have to wait for his knot to shrink before escaping the tight embrace of a lover’s ass. Thanks to the effects of the drug and his disregard for the boy’s comfort, however, Boris was able to yank himself free within just a couple of minutes. A wave of warm cum gushed out after it, coating Marvin’s butt and the sofa cushion underneath him. Boris was able to catch some of it in his hand to minimize the mess, waiting until the flood had slowed to a trickle before pulling his hand away and wiping the slime off on Marvin’s face.

Finally able to stop and relax, his lust delightfully sated and his reserves of both cum and energy thoroughly drained, Boris took a moment to appreciate the sight of the squirrel child, his tailhole a red, obscenely gaping mess, stains of sweat and slobber dirtying his chest, and his slack face now coated in a layer of the same dog cum leaking from his ruined ass. If Boris weren’t so tired, the sight alone might have gotten him riled enough to plunge right back into that ass.

‘Maybe a decade or two ago,’ he thought, letting himself drop into an armchair with a fatigued sigh. He grabbed his phone from the coffee table, snapping a few photos to remember Marvin by before scrolling through his contacts and calling a number with no name attached to it.

“Yes?” a hoarse voice answered.

“Hey, it’s Boris. I’ve got some garbage that needs to be dumped tonight. How soon can you get here?”

“Give me an hour,” the voice responded before hanging up.

Boris stood up, stretching his back with a grunt. Maybe he should see his chiropractor the next day about how sore he always gets after a good rut. He walked upstairs, his thoughts moving on from the drugged squirrel cub on his couch. His contact was going to take care of it, so he didn’t need to pay it any more mind.

It was quite a reliable procedure, really. The boy would be stuffed into a bag and tossed in the back of a van, driven to the slums on the other side of town, and thrown out in some obscure alley. By the time the drug starts to wear off, he’ll probably have at least four or five new loads of cum in him from the freaks and perverts that roam those streets at night. Once he finally comes to and tries to find his way home, the naked cub will no doubt be grabbed and used every which way along the way, flushing out every drop of evidence that could link back to Boris, and thanks to the drug, Marvin wouldn’t remember anything about Boris and his house. If he makes it home and it goes to the police, there will be nothing left that could incriminate Boris, with all the evidence pointing to the poor cub getting abducted and dragged through the slums, not drugged and raped in one of the safest neighborhoods in the city, seemingly in the wrong direction.

Boris entered his bedroom, crossing to a chair placed next to the window and sitting. With the pair of binoculars resting on a nearby table, he was able to peer across the way to the Dodder house next door, through a certain window on the second floor. There were no curtains at all, giving him an easy view inside. 

Winston Dodder was kneeling on the bed, holding Billy’s head tightly as he humped his son’s face. The familiar, dazed look in the mouse cub’s eyes sent a rush of blood to Boris’s cock, reviving his erection a bit as he watched the dad’s cock thrust into Billy’s mouth. It was good to see that the “extra treat” the mouse requested was being put to good use. After all, that was the whole point of distributing them to any dad who asked. Boris decided that Billy looked much better like this than he did in that silly pirate costume, though he couldn’t help but notice a certain red scarf that was put to use tying the cub’s wrists to the bed frame. Boris chuckled. Winston always seemed to enjoy the sight of a bound, helpless little one.

Winston’s eyes were closed, lost in the throes of ecstasy, but when he opened them and glanced over, he seemed to notice his peeping neighbor. He gave Boris a grin and a wave, which the pit bull returned before reaching down and squeezing at his half-hard shaft. They had quite a fantastic arrangement; Boris kept Winston supplied with whatever he needed to keep Billy oblivious to how often his dad used him as a rut toy, and Winston made sure that Boris got to enjoy the show.

As Boris nonchalantly stroked himself, his thoughts turned back toward Marvin, and the fact that he hadn’t had a chance to wipe off his cock yet. ‘You know, maybe I’ll give him one more load to remember me by,’ he thought. ‘I’ve got enough time to give his throat a go.’