A Grimm Night
by Teenie Bun



The half empty bottle of beer clinked against the crumbling brick wall of the alley, held tightly by an agitated skunk. Grimm was restless. He hadn't gotten the chance for any play time recently, and his need for sex, violence, and filth was getting a little unbearable. His sticky cock was constantly half-hard in his jeans and his knuckles were frustratingly free of any scuffs. If he didn't find action soon, he would scream. And then beat up whatever poor soul came to investigate. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Grimm saw a ball of fluff pass by the alleyway entrance. He grinned and downed the rest of his beer, his predator senses tingling. He ambled out of the alley and after the figure, keeping a safe distance away from the little puffball to not to attract any attention to himself. 

The skunk's dick twitched when he saw it was a young boy walking alone. A malamute/samoyed mix, all the fluffier for the different genetics. Age was a little hard to pin down; he looked about the size of someone newly a teenager, but half his size looked to be just fluff so he could have been as young as 8. The boy was short, over a full foot smaller than Grimm, and his shorts clung to a pert little ass that was a bit more than just baby fat. 

A shrill chirping broke the silence of the night, and the boy quickly fumbled to pick up his cell phone. 

"Hi Mom," The boy said, is voice just barely starting to change and deepen, "Yeah, I'm on my way home from after school stuff. No, not on the bus, I missed it so I'm just walking. Uhh, no, I'm taking the long way around...no, I'm not near Walnut, I promise. Okay, love you too, bye!" 

Grimm chuckled dryly in his chest, his big tail brushing past the Walnut Street sign. Young, cute, and completely stupid. He knew he was supposed to stay away from the bad part of town, yet here he was, walking alone after sundown. He was practically begging for something bad to happen to him, and Grimm was finding it impossible to resist. 

Grimm quickened his pace. The pup didn't even notice anyone was close to him until the skunk was only a foot behind him, his hand swinging back. The empty bottle bashed into the base of the boy's skull with a dull thud. Grimm's ratty pants got even tighter as he watched the pup fall over, totally unconcious. He quickly threw his prey over his shoulder, ducking into the network of alleys and tunnels, headed towards his hidden little playroom. 

Over the years of torturing and raping, Grimm had managed to find an abandoned building at the center of the neighorhood with a hefty concrete basement. Only a small padlock seperated his secret area and the rest of the city, but he was confident that no one would ever snoop around close enough to find it. 


When the boy woke up, the first thing to greet him was the cloying stink of a locker room, all musk, stale sweat, and dingy stalls. He tried to move around and get his bearings, still a little groggy, but panic surged through him when he felt his arms sticking straight up, rope cutting into his wrists. His feet weren't even touching anything, scrambling to find purchase in the warm air. A dull ache was already radiating out from his twisted shoulders. 

Grimm smirked as he watched the boy panic, a baby-soft whine filling the room. It was a tough position for any adult to be in, let alone a pudgy pup. The skunk picked himself up off the dirty mattress he had stashed in the corner, empty bottles jangling around his feet. Both males were still wearing the day's clothes, and Grimm wanted to change that now that his quarry was concious. 

"Hey there, fucker. Might not wanna struggle around so much, you could hurt your shoulders." Grimm said in a mocking tone of kindness. 

The boy gasped and went still, craning his head so he could see Grimm. He watched the skunk prowl around him, his entire body quivering in fear, moisture gathering in his eyes. The strange man was an intimidating figure. Even tied up off the ground, the boy only came up to the skunk's lower chest. He was lean, but wiry, corded muscles showing he could be strong when he needed. He was wearing dirty clothes, and the tent in his pants sent a stab of fear through the boy's chest.

"W-Who are you? Where am I?" The boy asked.

"I'm your good pal Grimm!" The skunk laughed, crouching down so he was at eye-level with the boy. "As for where you are...that's not as important. You mind telling me your name?" Grimm asked, one hand coming up to play with the hem of the boy's shirt.  His vibrant greenblue eyes pierced through the young pup.

"Are you gonna hurt me?" The boy asked in a shaking voice, a fat tear spilling down his cheek fur. 

"Yeah, buddy, yeah I am." Grimm smiled. "But if you're a good boy and do what I say, things will end up a lot better for you. Maybe. Now, I believe I asked you a question," A sharp smack against his face tore a ragged cry out of the boy, more tears spilling down his face. "What's your name?" 

"B-Bastion." 

"Good boy, Bastion! Now, how old are ya?" 

"Twelve, I'm twelve!" 

Grimm wasn't far off with his earlier estimations. Now that he could see Bastion's face up close, he could see that the boy looked younger than he was. Without all the fluff, he would have guessed around 8, but the extra body from his fur made Bastion look a little closer to his age. Not that age mattered to the deviant skunk. A punching bag was a punching bag, and a hole was a hole, no matter how easily it broke and tore. 

"How about we get a little more intimate, kiddo." Grimm said, leering.  

Bastion's tearful sniffles and quiet sobs went right to Grimm's cock as he started to undress the boy. First, he tore off his shirt, exposing his fluffy chest. The skunk's big hands brushed through the fur, feeling up the boy's chubby belly, pushing up against his diaphragm and laughing as it made Bastion choke on his own sob. The pants came next. Grimm gently shimmied them off, chuckling as the boy's dangling legs got caught in the legs. When the boy was just in a pair of tighty whities, Grimm trailed a teasing finger over the small sheath bulge.  

"W-What are you gonna do to me?" Bastion asked, though he didn't want to know the answer. 

"Whatever I damn well want." Grimm said with a cruel grin. 

"I could do...this," The skunk said, pulling down Bastion's underwear and sticking his nose right into the boy's sheath and balls, breathing in the light scent of a boy only barely starting puberty. 

Bastion cried out, trying to cross his legs and stop the stranger from molesting his private parts. A shameful blush crept across his cheeks when he felt his puppyhood start to respond to the stimulation, but Grimm stood up before he could actually pop out of his sheath. 

"Or I could do this." Without any warning, Grimm punched the boy right in his squishy belly, making the boy's body try to double over. "Fuck yeah, doesn't that feel good?" Grimm yelled as he palmed his stiff tent, the boy's sobs of pain turning him on. 

Bastion was silent, his knees pulled up to his stomach. Grimm laughed at him. The boy didn't have enough strength or stamina to keep his knees up close, so they kept raising and lowering as pain blossomed out from his stomach. 

"Hey, you're a cute young boy whaddya say we make a game out of this? Every now and then, I'll reward you if you're a good piece of fuckmeat. Doesn't that sound good?" Grimm had a taunting smile on his face. 

When Bastion didn't answer after a few seconds, Grimm's smile twisted and he punched the boy in the stomach again, a little harder than last time. Spittle flew out of Bastion's mouth from the force of it. 

"Yes, okay, that sounds...good." Bastion gasped, watery eyes looking up at Grimm. 

The skunk decided to start off with some light punching. He didn't go quite as hard as his second gut-punch, but with each landing of his fist Bastion still cried out in pain. He circled the boy, hitting his tits, his upper back, even landing a few punches on his jiggly ass. The familiar sting of using his hands finally returned to Grimm, glad he could have some relaxing play time. 

After five straight minutes of puncing, Grimm pulled off his dirty shirt and crouched down in front of the boy. 

"Here's your reward, fucker. A whiff of my pits, no need to thank me." Grimm grinned, raising one arm and shoving the boy's face into his armpit, making sure to grind his soft nose into his greasy pit hair. 

Bastion whined as he was forced to smell the adult's rank armpit. The harsh stink of mushroomy musk filled his lungs. It smelled like Grimm rarely took showers, stale sweat laying under the current sheen of sweaty musk. He tried to hold his breath as long as he could, but that just meant Grimm kept him in there until he felt enough small puffs of air to know the boy was breathing it all in. 

The pup gasped as his face was withdrawn. The dank air of the room was like a fresh breeze to Bastion, but so much sweat and musk had been ground into his face fur that every breath still smelled like Grimm. 

"How'd ya like that? Smelled good, huh?" Grimm asked, taking a quick sniff of his pit. "Fuck yeah, smells great. You're lucky, boy, plenty of people would die for a chance to smell me." Grimm winked. 

Before Bastion could say anything, Grimm kicked him right in the balls. Then kicked him there again. The pop gasped and choked as he was subject to a kicking session, the skunk's dirty feet beating into his legs, crotch, and stomach. 

"St-ough, s-stop! Ow, ow, ow!" Bastion cried. He tried to cross his legs to protect his immature nuts, but wasn't strong enough to stop Grimm's paw. 

"Hey, kid," Grimm said casually, still kicking Bastion. "If you take 10 nut punts in a row without doing that stupid crossed leg thing, I'll give you another reward! Of couse, if you say no, I'll punch your jaw so hard it breaks." 

Bastion's chest heaved as he looked up at Grimm, legs shaking as he let them fall and dangle in the air. He closed his eyes and braced himself. His voice cracked as he screamed, Grimm's foot smashing into his swollen testicles over and over. His whole body was feeling hot and bruised, and he was in more pain than he'd ever been in his entire life. 

Bastion's stomach churned as his balls were beat, but he kept his mouth shut firmly, not wanting to do anything that could make Grimm angry. After the tenth kick, Bastion kept his eyes shut and body tense, unable to relax himself after the rush of pain. 

Grimm rumbled deep in his chest as he ripped his pants and underwear off, his uncut cock bouncing free in the air. Ballbusting a boy always made him super horny, and he knew just how to reward his victim. He quickly went to get a small step-stool to put him at just the right height for what he wanted.

With a wet plop, Grimm drooped his sweatsoaked balls over Bastion's snout, sliding them around the soft fur. The skunk laughed as Bastion's confused eyes opened and went crosseyed trying to see what kind of sour stink he was getting all over his face. Grimm really ground his nuts into Bastion's face, smearing his thick sweat over his eyes and cheeks, pushing his loose nutskin into the small opening of the boy's nose, doing his best to humiliate him with his huge balls. 

"Some good ball stink for ya. Aren't they fuckin ripe? That's how a man gets when he doesn't shower and jerks off all the time, his balls get super nasty and perfect for banging onto someone's face." Grimm laughed meanly. 

"What, you don't like my ballstink? That's okay, I got something better for ya!" 

Another cruel grin swept across Grimm's face as he pulled back a little, his balls falling off of Bastion's face and hanging low between his thighs. He rubbed his dick a little, bunching up the foreskin at the tip as much as he could. His electric bluegreen eyes stared down as he pushed his foreskin against Bastion's nose, rolling the stinnky skin up and over the pebbly skin of his snout until the entire black nose was inside of Grimm's foreskin. 

Bastion only got one whiff of the cheesy hell inside of Grimm's foreskin before he gagged, panting and breathing through his mouth as much as possible. 

"That's fuckin rude, brat." Grimm growled, smacking Bastion across the head before wrapping a big hand around the middle of his snout, forcing his mouth shut. He only had to wait a few seconds before his sticky foreskin started to puff out a little with Bastion's desperate breathing. 

"Good boy, smell that cheese and rank dickstink." 

The thick, fishy, cheesy, bleachy smell was one of the worst things Bastion had ever encountered, and with his muzzle held shut it was his entire world for a few minutes. It was the pure smell of a unwashed dick, one that had been up holes and down throats many times. Grimm slowly jerked off his cock, pushing foreskin up and down over the sniffing snout, milking greasy precum out and into Bastion's nostrils. 

Panic fluttered in his chest as the oily liquid starting filling up his sinuses, getting in the way of his breath. Grimm let him flounder a little before he pulled back, cackling as he watched his nasty precum drip out of the 12 year olds nose. The sight ignited some of his deviant neurons, making his cock throb harder. 

Grimm's gaze was intense as he moved his fingers to the very base of his dick, gripping himself tight as a makeshift cock ring. His cock hardened up as much as possible, flushed with lust and blood. 

With a firm thwap, Grimm smacked Bastion right on the snout with his hard pipe of a dick. The boy flinched, still snuffling little bits of precum. The skunk slapped his cock over the boy's snout and nose over and over. Stands of fluid splattered across the soft fur on Bastion's muzzle as his head jerked around, trying to protect his sore nose from the cock slaps. The little black nub was Grimm's primary target, though, and his aim was perfect. 

Bastion whined as he felt a sickly warmth start to trickle out of his snout. His stomach turned over as he watched the sticky tip of Grimm's cock get stained red, the older skunk happily sliding his foreskin in and around the blood. 

"Fuck, that's what I love, Bastion buddy. Someone else's hot blood right on my dick!" Grimm cheered. 

He slapped his cock against the bloody nose a few more times for good measure, then stepped back. Now that his bloodlust was triggered, he wanted more. He realized that over the course of his punching and kicking, he hadn't managed to leave any visible marks on the pup. Bastion's fur was too soft and fluffy, hiding the growing bruises that mottled his entire body. It left Grimm feeling pretty frustrated. 

The skunk stomped over to another corner of the room, muttering about fluffy fur and bruises. He rumaged around until he found the perfect tool, a stained pair of brass knuckles. These were a special pair, with just enough grit and edge to cut open some skin, even under a puffy layer of puppy fur. 

"See these?" Grimm asked as he came back over to Bastion, modeling the weapons on his big hands for the boy. 

Bastion nodded, sniffling wetly and squirming around in pain. His shoulders were really starting to hurt now, the muscles screaming with discomfort. Pretty much the only part of him that didn't hurt was the tips of his ears and the bottom of his feet; everywhere else had been punched or kicked, or was just aching from the hanging stress position. 

"These are gonna help me turn your fur red. Fuckin great, right?" Grimm asked cruely. 

Bastion shook his head no, mouth opening to protest, but Grimm once again prempted the boy and punched him right in the tit. Bastion yelped harshly, surprised by the sharp sting of the knuckles cutting into his skin. He watched as Grimm's cock jumped and spat precum with every slicing punch. The pup considered trying to silence himself, to rebel against the skunk's sadistic pleasures, but the pain was too great, and he feared what would happen if he stopped giving the reactions that Grimm seemed to love. 

The skunk kept his punched to just Bastion's upper chest, making sure not to shred too deeply into his skin. He didn't want to turn the boy into hamburger, just give him a little color. The creeping stain started off slow, just a few droplets and trickles darkening his soft chest fur, but after a few punches there were lines of sticky red dribbling down his stomach. 

"Fuckin ace. You look good with a bit of blood on you." Grimm said, stepping back for a moment and letting his dripping knuckles hang at his side for a minute.

When Bastion caught sight of the weapons, wet with his own blood, a deep shiver of fear raced down his spine and churned in his stomach. A humiliated whine squeaked out of his throat as warmth raced down his legs, his half full bladded finally losing the battle against his terror and releasing itself. 

Grimm laughed at the pup, poking his lower belly and mocking him for pissing all over the floor. He'd have been annoyed if he got piss on his legs, but he'd managed to sidestep in time. 

"Bastion, buddy, if you were into watersports you should have said somethin! I'd be more than happy to get into some piss with you." The skunk teased. 

Grimm's face screwed up for a second as he tried to piss through his hard dick, a satisfied smirk settling on his face when the first few spurts of beer piss spat out of his foreskin. He had a lot stored up in his bladder from a day of drinking, and he unleashed it all onto Bastion, aiming for the cuts he'd punched into the boys chest. 

"Probably stings, huh? Piss isn't the best thing to put into an open wound." Grimm laughed, pushing his stream out harder and splattering the boy with urine. 

Gasping sobs wracked the boys body. The piss did sting, like little knives in his cuts, but it was more humiliating than anything else. Getting beat up was awful and violent, yes, but getting covered in an adult man's funky piss was just so embarrassing. 

When Grimm's bladder was totally empty and Bastion was dripping wet, he stepped up close and wiped his leaking foreskin off on the boy's matted fur, smearing more blood on the loose skin. 

"Now, say thank you, boy. It was a lot of work to piss through this ultrahard dong, so you should appreciate the effort." Grimm said. 

Bastion stumbled around the words in his mouth, his whole body burning with shame and humiliation. The words came out faster after stinging punch to his shoulder and a harsh growl from the skunk. 

"T-Thank you for peeing on me..." The boy mumbled, shivering a little as the piss started to cool. 

"You're welcome." Grimm said with another punch to the boy's chest. 

More sobs and screams filled the dank room as Grimm rain blows down on other areas. The boy's arms and stomach became crisscrossed with weeping lines of crimson. The trails combined with the early trickles and became heavy enough to spill down his legs, a few drops even managing to drip off the boy's spasming toes. 

The punching and bloodletting was really starting to get to Grimm's head. His cock was so hard it hurt, his furry balls aching to spill their seed. But the boy needed to be broken just a little bit more before he raped him. The deep aura of shame that surrounded Bastion as he pissed on him was intoxicating for the skunk. It looked so hot on the boy's bloody body. Besides, it was always sexy to fuck someone that Grimm himself made into a reeking mess, and the skunk knew what would do the trick. But not before punching and kicking the boy a bit more. A hard punch to each ass cheek and a big punt between his legs again was the perfect finisher. He even managed to draw out a soft crunch from a big hit to the boy's hips, the joint injured by the sharp brass knuckles. 

"You know...since you liked my piss so much, there's somethin else I want to share with ya." Grimm said to the panting pup, his voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "You might wanna close your mouth for this." 

He slowly turned around, swiveling his hips sensually to further embarrass Bastion. He fluffed his large tail straight up, the lines of white pointing right down towards his well-muscled ass. Bastion squirmed with discomfort as Grimm carefully grabbed handfuls of his own ass and spread his cheeks wide, showing off his shit-stained hole. He winked it at the boy, delighting in the growing look of fear in his eyes as his addled brain remembered what a skunk's special ability was. 

Bastion quickly shut his eyes and mouth as he realized what the two glandular lumps on either side of Grimm's tailhole were. He had never experienced the stink of a skunk's spray, but a skunk at school loved to brag to the other boys about how awful it was. The pup was completely unprepared for the hissing spray of the skunk's ass. 

His nose, lungs, even his closed eyes all burned like hell only seconds after the disgusting hiss. It didn't even feel like that much fluid that lightly misted his body, but the stench was awful, like the combined evil of a thousand devils. A few seconds after the smell came that harsh acidic burn as the fluid settled through his fur and into his wounds. His body thrased uncontrollably, but he couldn't shake the thick, oily spray off of his fur. His voice cracked and broke as he screamed in pain.

"Hah! That bad, huh?" Grimm laughed with a deep rumble, his eyes wide and wild. "I guess it is pretty acidic. It's always a laugh how fuckin weak you guys are whenever you get sprayed. Smells pretty good to me!" He said, taking a big sniff and leering at Bastion. 

The skunk really wasn't expecting such a grand reaction, though, and he frowned as he realized it'd be hard to fuck the boy if he was writhing around like that. He rolled his eyes and quickly doused the boy with a nearby bottle of stale booze, taking the edge off of the acid burn. The boy still twitched and shivered from the tormenting pain, but not nearly as energetically. 

"Fuckin wimp..." Grimm muttered. "I decide to share my spray with you, and you flip the fuck out. So fuckin rude."

Bastion stayed silent, hanging in broken humiliation. An hour of being used as a punching bag and toilet was finally taking it's toll, and his mind was sluggishly trying to keep the boy as distracted from the pain as possible. 

"Stunk so bad it even made you stupid." Grimm shook his head. "Fine, be a fuckin brat. We'll see how long you just hang there when I stretch out that cunt of yours." He said, too quiet for Bastion to hear. 

He went around to the back of the boy, running his hands down Bastion's back and feeling up his plush ass. The pup briefly squirmed in discomfort, but quickly went slack and silent. The cheeks in his hands felt pretty heft for a 12 year old, Grimm thought, squeezing them and feeling how the juicy fat jiggling in his fingers. 

He chuckled deep in his throat as he molested the squishy buns. He could tell that Bastion was growing worried through his hazy demeanor, realizing with dread that rape was on the menu for tonight. If he knew how Grimm planned on opening his cunt up enough to take his cock, he'd be a lot more worried. 

The skunk got down on his knees and spread the boy's ass wide open. The boy's tailhole was as clean and pink as could be, a far cry from his own filthy ass. A real virgin cunt, one that Grimm would take great pleasure in destroying. He leaned forward and gently pressed his tongue right against the twitching tailhole, drooling as much slobber into the hairy crack as he could. The boy's whole body shivered as he swirled his tongue around, barely putting any pressure onto the cunt. 

Bastion was too tense for Grimm to be able to get his slimy tongue into his hole, but he expected that. He pulled his tongue back and brought his finger up. He circled the hole, slowly and gently, rumbling in his chest as he felt the nervous muscle start to loosen up. Bastion didn't know enough about his body to keep the sphincter tight under such gentle molestation, and soon enough his underage hole was just barely starting to pooch open. 

Grimm took full advantage of that, shoving an entire thick finger up into Bastion. He screeched as the unfamiliar burn set into his tailhole. It was just as tight, hot, and sinfully decadent as Grimm expected. The skunk spat more drool onto his digit, fingerbanging the boy hard and fast. The new brand of pain re-ignited Bastion's tired brain, high-pitched whines and grunts masking the sloppy sounds of Grimm's finger in his ass. 

A second finger tease the entrance of Bastion's ass, though Grimm knew that even one finger was pushing what the pup could accomidate without any tearing. His electric eyes glowed with sadistic pleasure as he forced the second finger up anyways, drawing out more tortured screams from his victim. 

The cunt around his fingers squeezed down, pushing his fingers together almost painfully. A new kind of warmth was gathering around his fingers, Bastion's underage cunt tearing a little as Grimm probed as deep as he could. He scissored his fingers for a minute before popping them out with a lewd squealch, laughing as the boy's hole tried and failed to fully close. 

"I'd say relaxing would make this hurt less, but it's gonna hurt like a motherfucker no matter what, so do whatever you want." Grimm taunted. 

He rubbed his slimy fingers over Bastion's chestfur, collecting the weeping blood. He found it was much better lube that just saliva, and it was only the work of minutes to fit two more fingers into the reddened hole. His thumb stayed outside of the clutching heat, pressing painfully hard against the boy's taint. 

Bastion was gasping, drawing in deep panicked breaths as he felt himself stretched impossibly wide. He could feel himself tearing inside, a sensation that scared him more than anything else that had happened that night. When he felt Grimm tuck in his thumb and batter his whole hand against his anus, he screamed so loud his voice broke and went silent. He didn't know how it would fit, but Grimm was trying his hardest to force it. 

Grimm cackled in truimph as he succeeded in getting his entire adult fist into the little boy cunt, a little gush of blood trickling out around his wrist as he pushed his hand in as deep as it could go. He only got an inch into his wrist before he had to stop. As fun as it would be to go all the way to his elbow, he just needed enough space for his cock to have a nice, bloody sleeve to fuck into. 

Bastion's hole was so tight he could barely move his fingers around, though he tried just for the hell of it, opening up his fist a bit to brush his digits around the sensitive walls. He could see slight movements through Bastion's gut. He wondered if his dick would make the same kind of distention. 

Slowly but roughly, Grimm pulled his hand out of Bastion's torn hole with a sickening squealch and a tearful mewl. The battered ring could only twitch and gape, unable to close so soon after geting torn open by a whole hand. 

The skunk stood up again, rubbing his soiled hand over his uncut cock, smearing the blood and slime over his throbbing spear. He skinned back his reeking foreskin and kissed the puffy slit against Bastion's virgin red tailhole. He gave the boy a few seconds of tension, both of them knowing that the boy was going to lose his v-card. 

"Pucker your hole against my dick," Grimm commanded,  "Wink it at me like a whore in heat."

Bastion whined and squirmed in his chains, attempting to move his anal muscles but backing off when the torn muscle complained and burned. The skunk slapped the boy harshly across the back of the head, growling. Bastion worked through the pain and flexed his hole a few times, making the abused muscle pucker weakly on top of the skunky cock. 

"Goooood boy. Good cocksleeve." Grimm murmured, mercilessly shoving himself balls deep into Bastion.

He tore scream after scream from the fatigued boy as he slam-fucked him, pulling out all the way to the tip then raping his cock back inside til his hairy balls slapped against the boy's ass. Grimm wasn't one for sinking himself in slowly and enjoying the impossibly tight grip of a young boy's hole. He much preffered taking his pleaure fast and rough, using his cock like a battering ram into the boy's colon. 

Grimm's hands held a painful grip on Bastion's shoulders, keeping the boy steady while he raped him. He pulled the boy down to meet his thrusts, putting intense pressure on his wrecked shoulders. A small amount of blood trickled down his shaft and off his balls, but for the most part the rapid fucking kept most of their combined sexual fluids contained in Bastion's packed ass. 

One of Grimm's hands snaked around to the pup's chest, harshly tugging at one of his soft nipples. The other slowly wrapped around Bastion's neck. He squeezed lightly, not enough pressure to cut off the air supply. The boy's body shuddered in shock, tightening around Grimm's dick.

Bastion gasped and choked on each breath, the pain in his body becoming overwhelming. He didn't want to consider the possibility of Grimm killing him, but things were looking worse and worse. He'd run out of tears a while ago, his dehydrated body sobbing silently as he was subjected to the rough rape. 

Every now and then, Grimm would tighten his hand, robbing Bastion of air for only a few seconds. Each time, Bastion would struggle and tighten on his dick, the dangeorus game heaven on Grimm's oversexed cock. The need to cum started to outweigh the want to torture and frighten, so Grimm quicked his punishing fuck-pace, slamming his balls against Bastion's plush ass with loud slaps. 

A deep, feral growl rose in the skunk's chest as his nuts tightened up, pushing himself as deep into the battered bowels as he could. His cock swelled up, then exploded a massive torrent of cum. He held the boy tightly as he breeded the raw hole, his hot jizz stinging the bleeding walls. He stayed buried in the hole until his cock became too soft to stay up there, the squishy tube sliding out of the ruined hole along with a flood of blood and cum. 

Grimm scratched his nuts and went to clean himself up a little, getting most of the filth out of his pubic fur so it wouldn't dry and become itchy. He let Bastion hang there, broken and sobbing, ignoring his captive for a few minutes. Once Grimm was a little less sticky and had some more booze in his belly, he came back to the pup and stood in front of him.

"Hey, slut," He said, slapping the boy to get him to focus on him. "That was a good fuck, felt fuckin great. For your reward, you get to get that little nose into a special part of me you have yet to sniff. Can ya guess?"

"...feet?" Bastion answered, hoping it wasn't going to be something grosser. 

"Hah, nice one, idiot," Grimm laughed, hitting the boy in the chest. "You get my ass! How lucky are you, huh?"

Bastion grimaced and started to prepare himself for the degredation. He was surprised when Grimm reached up and started undo the rope that kept him suspended in the air. He was less happy with being free of bondage when he fell to the ground as the last knot was untied, the skunk not making any effort to catch the boy. His feet and ass banged against the ground, making his bruises sting. 

He knew he'd never be able to get away from Grimm in his current state, but he had to try anyways. His plan was over before it even started as his shoulders screamed in agony when he tried to bring them down to his chest, any position besides sticking up and out too painful for the stiff joints. 

"What, you wanna go so soon?" Grimm chuckled at the boy's pitiful attempts, looming over the pup with one leg on either side of him. "Those aren't the rules of Grimmy's Superfun Playroom. The rules clearly state all participants must cum before getting to leave." He said, leering down at Bastion. 

The boy was smart enough to get the hint. He whined loudly as he slowly forced his arms down towards his crotch, fumbling around with his shrunken sheath. He hadn't had much practice at pawing off before, puberty only giving him a rush of sexual hormones within the past two weeks. The tip of his red penis barely started to peek out of his sheath, but that was all the progress he could make. His body was in too much pain, his brain too muddled with fear. 

"What, that's it? Aww come on, you're twelve, you should be able to pop a boner in seconds." Grimm teased. "I know what's wrong. I bet you can only get hard with a nice, musky skunk ass in your face, is that it?" He laughed.

He turned around so he was facing the boy's feet then popped a deep squat, stopping when his stinking tailhole was only an inch away from Bastion's nose. 

"There it is, buddy. Now, I expect you to sniff and lick my ass, and you really don't wanna be disobeying me with your balls so close to my hands." He warned. "All you gottta do to be able to leave is cum. Should be easy, right?" 

Grimm lowered his ass the last inch, resting his wrinkled hole against the boy's snout. Bastion took a few hesistant sniffs, disgusted by the smell of shit and intense musk that steamed out of Grimm's hole. He could feel it flexing against his bloody nose. He quickly stuck out his tongue when he felt Grimm's hand trail it's way down his stomach and towards his sheath, gagging from the tart, bitter flavor. 

Grimm moaned and cooed at the boy's soft tongue, urging him to keep licking. He smirked to himself, glad the boy was playing so nicely into his trap. His hand continued down the boy's sheath and balls. He took them in his fingers and started to play with them surprisingly softly, gently coaxing the puppy's cock out of his sheath. 

Bastion flushed deeply as his cock hardened. It felt good to be touched like that, and when Grimm guided the boy's aching hand to the stiff red nail, he took over the pleasurable ministration. He just wanted to go home and forget about everything that happened, and after a night of torture and rape he was more than ready to pay the price of an orgasm for freedom. 

The boy felt the sweaty fur on Grimm's ass cheeks brush against his face as the man put more of his weight on the boy, shoving his muzzle tightly against the winking stinkhole. Bastion had managed to lick away most of the filth, leaving only the taste of sweat and skin. If he focused hard enough, he could almost make believe that he was jerking off at home, eating out his crush instead of a sadistic rapist. It was enough to keep hard, and he even felt his balls start to tighten up a little. 

Grimm noticed too, but he had no plans to let the boy escape. He eased more and more of his weight back onto the boy, his muscular ass cheeks squishing against the boy's face, until most of his weight was pressed against the boy's snout. 

It took a moment for Bastion to figure things out, but soon enough he grimly realized that with so much of Grimm's weight pressing down on him he couldn't take in any fresh air around the muscular cheeks and still-winking hole. He tried as hard as he could to draw oxygen into his lungs, but he could only find rank sweat and curly hair. 

He panicked as his lungs started to burn. He was just about to spooge, too, crying in his mind about how unfair it all was as he choked on the skunk's ass stink. He masturbated himself as hard as he could, but his impending orgasm slipped through his fingers as his digits started to go numb, his body tingling from the oxygen deprevation. 

Grimm picked up Bastion's slack, grabbing the little stick of puppy dick and jerking it off, tenderly rubbing the boy's tight sac. The boy's dying squirms got frenzied for a minute before they slowed down, his whole body struggling against the smothering suffocation. 

Grimm laughed, loud and evil, as the boy's dick started to twitch like crazy in his hand, throbbing over and over. No cum came out of the pubscent penis, but Grimm would know the signs of a massive orgasm anywhere. It came moments too late, as beneath the muscle-twitches of Bastion's deathwad the skunk couldn't any trace of another beat. 

Once the orgmasic process was over, Bastion's dick deflated softly. Just to be sure, Grimm stuck a hand between his legs and felt the boy's thin neck, finding zero traces of life. Grimm easily hauled himself off of the dead pup, smirking down at the dirty muzzle. Reddened eyes and a lolling tongue greeted him, a face that made his balls tingle.

He rolled the body into the corner, then threw himself on the ratty mattress for a quick nap. Clean up could always come later.