WOLFTRAP “That’s right, faggot, pump your hips into her…” The puppy lets out a desperate whine as Harley’s pussy squeezes his dick. He’s never been inside of anyone before, and he can barely register the feeling enveloping him. He’s just doing what the adults have been telling him to do, for fear of being beaten - or worse. Yet Harley’s warmth is so divine that, at this point, he keeps going out of pure want - he pumps inside of her because it feels incredible. And the young feline keeps her legs open for him - just like she’d been taught, with her hands behind her knees. She’s been raped so many times at this point that Charlie’s cock is light work for her; and yet there is something so sickeningly sweet about the way that he looks at her. The hungry young eyes staring into her mind, glaring down at her as he pounds her swollen cunt. It isn’t love, but it’s the closest thing to it that Harley will ever get - that much, she knows for certain. “You like how that little cock feels, sweetheart?” growls John. Charlie’s owner, the wolf with the disheveled fur and the unbuttoned suit jacket - he insists that the boy go as fast as possible. It doesn’t matter that Charlie’s legs ache - John demands a proper performance from him. The kitten moans and nods her head. “Ahuh…” She winces as she feels an enormous paw gripping at the scruff of her neck. “Say ‘yes sir’ to clients, Harley,” scolds Ryan. A taller, more slender wolf - sharp and clean in his attire. He’s never violent with his kitty, but that means nothing when he’s constantly whoring her out. “Yes…sir…” whimpers the child. “Sorry…” A sudden gasp; her eyes shoot open. Charlie’s knot just sunk into her body. She’s so ruined that it doesn’t even get stuck - it just shocks her. Makes her feel funny. All a drop in the bucket - her cunt stretches all the same, swallowing his every inch. The boy’s crotch presses against hers, and the two of them lie there for a moment, panting as they try to savor it - to squeeze any ounce of enjoyment that they can from this miserable life they’ve been forced into. “Mmmm, there it is,” growls John. “This boy was worth every penny. I might just buy another one.” Ryan rolls his eyes. “You and I both know you don’t have that kind of money. Only reason you were able to afford Charlie in the first place was because I managed to get you a discount.” “Always good to have a friend on the inside,” chuckles John. “How’d you manage to land this gig, anyways?” “Wasn’t easy. I had some good connections.” The wolf taps his claws on the table. “A lot of people have been in and out of these facilities. There’s a pretty rich history in these walls.” “What do you mean?” “Well, it’s a bit of a different story nowadays. But…” Ryan pulls a fat cigar from his coat pocket and sticks it in his maw. “Back in the eighties, the industry was run by the Haigen family.” “The Haigen Family.” “Ahuh.” The sharply-dressed canine lights his cigar with a silver lighter, toasting the tobacco over a soft flame. “A big family of canines that ran the liquor racket during prohibition. They ended up dipping their toes into trafficking after that, and now…” “And now we’re here, eh?” John grins from ear to ear and gives Charlie a playful slap on the ass. “Watching kids fuck.” “O-Ow…” “Yep,” huffs Ryan. He breathes a thick cloud of smoke over the two cubs, snickering as he reaches down to scratch Harley behind the ears. “Good girl. You’re doing great…” “You said things were different now,” says John. He tilts his head. “They still run the show nowadays?” “Oh, I dunno anything about that,” shrugs Ryan. “The Haigen family is very secretive. For reasons that should be obvious.” He flashes John a smug grin. “Even to an idiot like you.” John frowns and raises an eyebrow. “What are you trying to say?” “All I’m saying is, I wouldn’t go around asking questions, if I were you. The Haigens have a lot of, ehhh…professionals…on standby. Eyes and ears, where you’d least expect.” “Jesus, what are they - the fucking cub mafia?” Ryan douses his stogie on Charlie’s left asscheek, chuckling a little as the boy cries out in pain. “In a sense.” ====================================== There lay upon the bed a sweet young deer, draped in silk and sleek satin. Naked to the fur and lounging like a cat; he’s only nine and already he has that look in his eyes. That deep, hungry lust that robs a child of their innocence. He waits not for TV, for food, for homework, or for toys - all of those things have lost meaning to him. All he does now is wait for master like a doe in heat. And, besides - he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. His leash only extends five feet from the bedpost. Maybe deep down, he wishes to escape. And it hurts so bad sometimes - the ache is constant, and deeper than the flesh. But he can’t even remember what it was like to be a normal kid. All he remembers is being brought home by his owner - the sole beast that he answers to. Now all he knows is how to arch his back the right way when his owner grabs him by the hips and tells him to bite the pillow. The door swings open - a coyote steps in. His fur is a mess and he smells like smoke - his shirt is stained with a splotch of dried blood. He scans the room for a moment, and then he locks eyes with his handsome young deer. “Jojo.” “Master.” “Have you been behaving yourself?” growls the coyote. He begins to unbutton his shirt. “Yes, sir,” answers Jojo. “Jasper been taking care of you?” The deer nods slowly. “Good boy,” sighs the coyote. He pops the last button on his shirt and lets it fall to the floor, exposing his chest. Covered in scars. “Make sure that shirt ends up in the laundry. I don’t ask much of you, and I don’t want to have to beat you again.” “Yes, sir,” answers Jojo. He shivers anxiously as the predator walks up to the bed and grabs him by one of his antlers, pulling him to the edge of the bed. “Do you want my throat, sir?” “Ahuh,” huffs the coyote. “I’m gonna be honest, kid, I have had a very long day. Go ahead and pull these off for me.” Jojo poises himself on his knees, sitting right at the edge of the bed for his master. He reaches out to grasp at the canine’s pants and pulls them down as far as he can. A fat, knotted adult cock swings out to greet him, slick with sweat and twitching with need. Even without the bloodstains, the boy always knows when his master has had a busy day, judging by the musk wafting from his crotch. It’s a disgusting thing for a child to put up with, but Jojo doesn’t have a choice. Master kills a lot of people on a weekly basis, and the boy does not plan on being one of them. Plus, he’s become addicted to the taste. “Open, slut,” commands the coyote. He gives the boy a light slap on the cheek. Immediately, Jojo opens up his mouth. Sticking out his tongue and watching his master lower that fat, sweaty cock into his maw. He seals his lips around it and starts to bob his head as well as he can. And, for a nine year-old boy, his technique is alarmingly good. “Ugh, fuck,” snarls the coyote. “Jasper taught you right, kid…” His little cock starts to twitch, poking out rigidly from between his fuzzy little thighs. Sick to his stomach, and yet hard as a rock. That disgusting feeling, an adult dick sliding between his jaws and towards the back of his mouth. He can taste the coyote’s precum already - as if the work-sweat didn’t make it salty enough. Of course he loves it. He fucking loves sucking cock. He would choke on it a thousand times just to feel the tiniest fragment of love from this coyote. And the master does not often disappoint in this regard; as rough and sadistic as he is, he is fair; he knows the value of the child in his possession. “Hard to imagine how a senator’s son could ever end up like this,” purrs a voice from across the room. The deer tries to stop, to turn his head to look - rookie mistake. The coyote grabs Jojo by his antlers and buries his nose deep in his crotch fur. The boy gags - his throat cries for mercy - but he remains, shutting his eyes and accepting the punishment that he knows he’s earned. “Wayne Haigen!” hisses the cat from the doorway. “Be nice. You promised you’d be gentle with him today.” “You know damn well he likes it rough, woman,” growls the coyote. Still, he yanks the boy off of his cock and lets him take a moment to breathe. “Jasper. If you’re gonna linger, then sit your ass down and watch your kid suck my cock.” The striped feline scoffs and takes a step forward, bushy tail waving to and fro as she walks. “My kid? Please. You’re the one that wanted him, sweetheart.” “What was I gonna do, turn down a gift from my old man?” Wayne snickers and smacks Jojo in the face with his cock. “Besides. You spoil him so much he may as well be yours.” The cat takes a seat on the bed next to Jojo. “And by spoil him you mean feed, bathe, and entertain him?” “Yeah, that.” Jasper rolls her eyes. “A bastard like you really doesn’t deserve a sweet boy like him.” She reaches over to run her paw down the child’s naked back. “Look at how big his little butt has gotten…” “You’ve been feeding him good,” muses Wayne. “You know I had to put some meat on his bones,” giggles Jasper. “Jojo, honey, arch your back a little more.” The boy complies immediately. Dropping into a deep arch and dragging his tongue across the underside of his master’s cock. He pants desperately as he feels Jasper’s paw slide over the curve of his ass. Two adults touching him, feeling his naked body - he feels so sick and he doesn’t know why. All he knows is that this is naughty. Yet he doesn’t care - they like him naughty. “Mmmm, good boy…” purrs Jasper. “God, honey, you suck dick better than most girls your age.” “Thank you, mistress,” breathes the young deer. “Do you remember your mommy and daddy?” asks Wayne. The boy nods his head, slowly and gently. He’s not so far gone that he doesn’t remember where he came from. But it’s been so long that he’s starting to forget what their faces looked like. “Awww,” chides the coyote. “You wanna go back to them?” Tears well up in the boy’s eyes. He nods rapidly - desperately. A part of him is still so naive - so lost and scared without mommy and daddy. Maybe he’ll get to see them again someday. But he knows better. He knows that Wayne is just tormenting him - that he’ll never see them again. After all, how could he face his parents after acting like this? After being treated like this? He couldn’t be this with anyone else - certainly not his own parents. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry,” sighs Jasper. “We’re your mommy and daddy, now. And you know what? You’ll have more fun with us, anyway. As long as you’re a good boy for Wayne, I’ll take care of you. I promise.” The boy feels a reassuring scratch above his tail. It makes him feel better, if only a little. “Now open…” Jojo lets his jaw hang loose, his tongue spilling drool onto the sheets. Wayne catches the spit with the tip of his cock and then presses it against the boy’s lips. At this point, the tears are dried - the sadness is pushed away. All Jojo wants now is to make his owners happy. Even if it hurts. Even if it kills him. He feels wet, clawed fingers gently circling his tailhole as he bobs his head back and forth on Wayne’s cock. The feline makes it her business to tease the boy’s prostate any time she gets the chance. Of course, it serves a purpose - the lube on her fingers gets him ready for Wayne. He’s only a child, after all, and the cat doesn’t feel like cleaning up blood at 2 in the morning. The young deer whines as it slips into his body; a slim digit slick with water-based gel. Jasper curls it inwards, towards the boy’s stomach, delighting in how he throws his head back and moans. “Oh?” the cat giggles. “Did I find your prostate, Jojo?” The boy manages to yank himself off Wayne’s cock - just long enough to choke out an answer. “Y…hah!...Yes…mistress…” Jasper’s grin stretches wide between her ears; “Two fingers now, take a deep breath…” Jojo opens his mouth to protest, but the words never make it out. He feels his throat stretch as he swallows it, yanked by the antlers to the base of Wayne’s cock. Little black nose to the coyote’s crotch, and his eyes roll back as his lungs start to burn. The master holds him there for a moment, throbbing in his neck; watching with amusement as Jasper pumps the boy’s asshole with her fingers. As the seconds tick by, Jojo’s vision starts to fuzz. The pressure against his prostate takes him back to that wretched place. As if he had any freedoms left to take away; now, he doesn’t even have the right to breathe. He’s just an object - a worthless little whore of a child. If he suffocates and dies right now, will he go to Heaven or Hell? He doesn’t know, and he isn’t sure if he cares. He just wants to get off and go back to sleep. He wants that feeling deep in his little belly - that back-and-forth ruin that makes him cry like a baby. That’s what they took him away for, right? That’s why Wayne and Jasper wanted him so bad. It’s because he looks pretty and makes lovely noises while Wayne dumps that sticky white stuff in his butt. That’s all he is - a disgusting little boy that has sex with adults. And he knows that he’s good at it. Finally, Wayne lets Jojo breathe. The coyote’s dick slides out of his throat with a wet gurgle. And as the boy’s vision starts to clear up, he looks down to see his precum pooling, soaking into the sheets. He’s as hard as a little boy his age could possibly get. Tears mean nothing when the body tells all, and at this point he’s accepted that this is what he wants. He lets out a long, agonized moan as he feels Jasper’s fingers slip out of his ass. “Mmm, good boy,” she purrs in his ear. She reaches down to touch his little dick, letting it leak all over her fingers. “God, you’re so horny…you havin’ fun, sweetheart?” “Please…” the little deer wheezes. He nuzzles his face in Jasper’s chest. “I wanna…” “You wanna what?” The cat looks down at him with a malicious grin. “Use your words, like I taught you.” “I…I wanna get fucked in the butt,” mumbles Jojo. “Then do the pose I taught you,” she whispers to him. Jojo drops down onto his hands and knees; he lowers his snout to the sheets like a dog. Arching his back and raising his tail, higher and higher so that Wayne can see it. His little tailhole, glistening with lube. Tail twitching with excitement, practically begging Wayne to come ruin him. And now, Jasper straddles the boy’s upper back. Seating her naked ass on Jojo’s torso; he can’t escape her even if he wants to. And then he feels her claws dig into his asscheeks, pulling them apart to make it easy for Wayne. He knows he’s fucked now - and his heart is racing just from the anticipation. “Prettiest asshole I’ve ever seen on a kid,” growls Wayne. He chuckles as he presses the tapered tip of his cock to the little deer’s entrance. Slowly, gently, he circles the rim, purely to torment the poor boy. “M-Master!!” Jojo whines. “O-Oh, God…” “Keep your tail out of the way,” snarls the coyote. He gives the boy’s asscheek a threatening smack. “Or I’ll cut it off.” “Yes!” squeaks Jojo. “Yes, sir, I will, I promise…!” The master splits his muzzle into a sharp-toothed grin, and saliva drips from between his teeth. He’s drooling just at the sight of him. Hungry for every inch of this precious young deer boy - inside and out. Now, he gets to indulge. A deep, agonizing push; Jojo feels it go in. It forces him open and pushes inside, slipping deep into his tight little rectum. The bleating starts moments after that. Crying and wailing and begging for it to stop. It’s rough, loud and ruthless, as though the boy’s spine is breaking with every inch. All up until Wayne forces his knot inside, and his crotch presses hard against the little deer’s ass. Suddenly, the pain is perfect. So perfect that it silences him. He’s never been ruined so thoroughly in a single thrust. Now, he sits there, a slack-jawed whore incapable of drawing even a single breath. This isn’t the first time Wayne has stretched out the boy’s asshole like this, and Jojo knows it won’t be the last. He’s going to suffer this same agony every week until his owners get tired of him and throw him away like a worn-out toy. And that? That sick, twisted knowledge? It makes him leak like a faucet. The room is silent, save for the squelch of Jojo’s asshole and the huff-puff of his desperate breathing. Then Jasper looks up into her husband’s eyes with a sick little smile. “God, I love you…”