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It does not and should not represent anything in the real world!\n\n\nI made a journal about The Tenements, it has SPOILERS! \nBut I am also curious about which characters make the audience tick, and what you guys would like to see more of!^^ \nhttps://inkbunny.net/j/523843-bullubullu-the-tenements", "description_bbcode_parsed": "John Simmons continues his molestation of the young beagle Casey, prying at his secrets, enveloping him ever deeper into his net.


This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It does not and should not represent anything in the real world!


I made a journal about The Tenements, it has SPOILERS!
But I am also curious about which characters make the audience tick, and what you guys would like to see more of!^^
https://inkbunny.net/j/523843-bullubullu-the-tenements", "writing": "Casey's butthole hurt. The man who had done it sat right next to him, hugging him tight. It was too warm, but he didn't care, melting into the soft body of Mr. Simmons who was always there for him when the other kids had teased him or his dad was having one of his episodes or the trash stunk so much he couldn't bear it. \nHis sensitive puppy nose was close to the skunk's armpit, and a heavy scent was wafting up, occasionally getting him close to sneezing, his whiskers twitching from the man's unwashed smell. Casey didn't care.\nHe smelled worse things when at home. \nThat thought brought a frown to his face and he rubbed his head against the skunk's shoulder, the man hugging him in more tightly. He still hurt, but it always felt good when he snuggled up to Mr. Simmons. The cartoon's ending credits played, commercials blasted the room with too-loud sounds, and then it was back to more cartoons, his favorite caped hero show coming on. \nIdly he noticed the arm wrapped around him shifting about, the skunk's big paw petting at his chest. He felt apprehensive, knowing that petting always lead to the [i]other[/i] stuff and yet he pushed his knees out of the man's t-shirt, letting it drape widely over his body, so his paw could continue further down, now rubbing circles on his tummy. The beagle murred at the gentle touching, rubbing his snout against Mr. Simmons' shoulder, while his eyes focused on the TV screen. \n\n\nJohn was having the time of his life, slowly petting the little beagle who looked cute as a button dressed in his t-shirt, which made him look even smaller than his eight years of age. \nThe thirty-something skunk let his paw wander ever further down, and even as he noted the cub was fully focused on the cartoon characters saving the world, his little pecker was hard in its sheath, the tip poking against the fabric.\nHe hoisted up the T-shirt, grabbing the sheath directly and the little beagle moaned out, emerald eyes darting to look at his face, then back at the screen as he coaxed out more of his shaft. John knew the canine would chafe if he didn't get some lube on, and he reached for the cub's muzzle, Casey's lips parting as he gently dug two fingers inside, rubbing them against his tongue, then further back. The puppy tremored and gagged, he would have to be careful now he had a stomach full of cereal, and he just prodded at the back of his tongue, the boy hurking up a bit of slime, more than enough for further play. \nHe reached down again, pawpads slick with saliva now, and Casey moaned out as he stroked his puphood, less than two inches of bright-red dick with a faint bulge where the knot would grow in when he got older. \nSlowly. Gently. Up and down. A squeeze, a pinch, more stroking, a bit of attention to his balls, even poking at his taint even as he felt the cub tensed up, causing him to poke it even more just because he could, before he was back at stroking the little dick. His own hardness pressed against his black sweatpants, but he had already climaxed twice and it was time for the little guy to enjoy himself. \n\nJohn's philosophy was that threats and violence would come back and bite him in the ass. Making the cubs feel wanted, giving them pleasure, that was the best way of doing things and getting off scott free. He groped the boycub a little harder, enjoying his muffled moans, the kid now nibbling at his shoulder, eyes still focused on the show although they were half-lidded with pleasure at this point. The skunk let his paw wander down to his kid's nutsack, gently rolling it in his paw, occasionally brushing against the beagle's erect cubhood just to keep him antsy. \nWhen the show ended he grasped the pecker at the base of the undeveloped knot and squeezed somewhat hard, making Casey yip, before he extracted his arm and made to move away, the cub emitting a plaintive mewl. \n\"Let's take this to the bed. You made me happy and now I want to make you happy. That's what friends are for, right?\" \nThose emerald green eyes cast away, somewhat uncertain, but the cub still got to his footpaws and followed him into the bedroom. \n\"Get on your elbows and knees. I'll lick your butt while I jerk you off..\" \n\n\nCasey didn't like all the buttstuff Mr. Simmons made him do, but he [i]did[/i] like the sensation when his tongue squeezed against his tailhole. He got on the bed, the skunk instructing him to keep the T-shirt on, folding it up and draping it over his lower back while he got into position, the bed creaking. \nThe beagle looked at the pillow he had bitten into earlier, noting the teethmarks in the cover, although the wet stains from his tears were dry now. Then the man's mouth was at his butt and his tail wagged back and forth as he felt Mr. Simmon's hot breaths on his pucker. He mewled out as the man licked, a firm and soft pressure that massaged his aching tailhole, making him squirm and sink into the bed with a happy groan. \nCasey loved it when the skunk made him feel good. \nHe whined as his dick was touched and stroked, the man rimming him and jerking him off, slowly and gently. His breathing got more quick, the beagle's eyes closed in pleasure now. The skunk hummed and stuck the tip of his tongue inside, keeping it still, and Casey began to push back on his own accord, enjoying how the soft appendage squirmed its way into him, tickling his anus, making him blush and moan as the man began to jerk him off a little bit faster. His head was swimming now, he was on the clouds, huffing and panting, rocking his body back and forth, Mr. Simmons' mouth slurping as he pushed his butt against his face as hard as possible, the ache dissapating, a heat building in his dick. \n\nThe kid yipped when he climaxed, boycock trembling in John's paw as he had his dry climax, sphincter clenching against his tongue which had gotten sore by this point. \nHe huffed, pleased with himself, allowing the kid to rest down for a few minutes, groping his taut buttcheeks, spreading them wide, staring with lust at his spit-coated sphincter. He couldn't help but poke at it with a thumb, shushing the complaints out of the cub, digging the digit inside somewhat roughly, letting it poke forward and down and then [i]grind[/i] against his prostate. \nThe 8-year-old beagle whimpered, but kept still, his paws clenching and unclenching as they gripped the dirty sheets while his rimmed tailhole was stretched. The skunk grinned and pushed hard at the little button on the inside, the cub squirming some more, overstimulated, a little bit in pain, strange sensations probably wracking his body. \nJohn harked up a nice glob of spit and let it fall on the base of the beagle's tail, smeared it around with his index finger, then got himself into position. He frowned then. Maybe he could get the cub to climax while being fucked? \n\"Turn around, Casey.\" \n\nThe beagle hurried to comply, his half-hard member jutting out of its sheath. The thumb inside his butt had hurt, but also touched that special place that sometimes made him feel good, and he was blushing a bit as he looked at Mr. Simmons. The man was on his knees, towering over him. His long and bushy tail was wagging slowly from side to side, his black-furred face showing a lewd grin, his black eyes always seeking out his own. \nHe reached for Casey's legs, pulling them up, crawling forward, bending the beagle's body backwards, fully exposing his rump.\n\"Keep your legs up, yeah, just like that. Good boy!\" The cub felt happy with himself, having hooked his paws under his knees, keeping himself open for the skunk like a good boy would. A good friend. \n\"You are such a special, [i]clever[/i] boy!\" Mr. Simmons grunted as he slowly worked his cockhead inside, Casey whimpering as his tailhole was stretched. Then the man reached for his sheath, working out his cubhood again, that warmth spreading around his groin as it was toyed with even as he clenched his teeth, enduring the pain of the member sliding into his butt. The skunk was now almost fully hilted and he leaned down, causing the beagle to whimper as his cock shifted around inside him, and he kissed him on the lips, the smell and taste of cigarette heavy on his breath and tongue. Still, he pushed his head off the mattress, kissing the man back for a while as his member slid in to the hilt. \n\nJohn pulled back, huffing, then reached for the cub's member again, working it until it was hard and then he buckled his hips, knowing his cock would ram against the kid's prostate. \n\"Eyes- Never mind. You are so, [i]so[/i] good to me Casey!\" He exclaimed, voice all syrup and candy as he began to rock his hips, those tear-filled emerald eyes locked onto his. \nThe skunk sped up, both the jerking and the fucking, determined to have the cub climax before himself. \n\"Doesn't it feel good to have me inside you?\" He coo'd. \"Doesn't it make your peepee extra tingly?\" At that he thrust extra hard again, really working the beagle's prostate. The cub was whimper-moaning now, buckling his back off the sheets, John's spit-slick fingers squelching as they jerked him off. He sped up further, bed creaking properly now, his paw a blur and the cub climaxed, tensing up, his asshole gripping him so tightly that he groaned out.\nHe let go of the little prick and grabbed the cub by his shoulders, squeezing him into the bed, hemming him in with his much larger body, fucking him with full and hard strokes while he was still clenching up, quickly flying over the edge and growling as he unloaded deep inside the cub. Casey was crying now, overstimulated, not aroused enough to bear the pain of his well-fucked tailhole, green eyes scrunched up with tears running, but [i]never looking away[/i]. \n\n\n\"You are such a good boy, Casey..\" Mr. Simmons said, hugging him against his sweaty and somewhat smelly body. The man was on his side, facing the beagle, one arm underneath his body, paw cradling his rump, squeezing and tugging at his buttocks, making his tailhole hurt extra much. However, the beagle endured it cause the man's other paw was stroking his face, stroking his ear, scritching his neck, making him chirp and squirm from the gentle petting and the heaps of praise. \n\"Now tell me. It wasn't just the smell. What did your daddy do to make you come to me at 4 in the morning?\" \n\nJohn felt the cub tense up and he just kept up his stroking and petting, letting him know he was cared for, letting him know he had all the time in the world. For a while they just laid there, the cub nuzzling his face against his chest, a sniffle coming out of his mouth, then another. The kid took a deep breath, then another. \n\"He's gone really crazy this time..\" He muttered, almost too quiet for the skunk to hear. \nCasey gasped as he squeezed his butt firmly, other paw mashing his head against his chest, then he let off again. \n\"He-He-He-He has covered everything in aluminum foil. [i]Everything[/i]. He says they are listening. He woke me up with a knife in his paw, waving it around, telling me to get out, that I was-was-was-was an [i]agent[/i]! It doesn't even make sense. What agent? I'm just a boy, I'm not an agent, whatever that is!\" \nThe cub began to bawl then and John felt it wise to stop groping his butt, instead shifting the cub around so that he was splayed out on his soft stomach, hugging him close, the cub's tears matting his chestfur. \n\"There there, Casey. He'll get better soon, I'm sure of it!\" \nCasey just bawled harder. He almost wanted to slap him, but that wasn't his style, instead he hugged him and stroked his headfur until he calmed down again. \n\"You really think he'll get better?\" \n[i]I sure hope not![/i]\n\"Yes. I'm sure of it. He has been strange before, right, at least, more strange than usual?\" \n\"Ye-Yeah...\" \n\"Don't you worry about it. He'll come around soon enough!\"\n\nThe cub sniffled for a bit longer and then John felt it was time to get things moving a bit. He had some chores to do and the beagle couldn't stay locked up in his apartment forever. He squinted at the window, the clothing rack there had the kid's clothes drying on them and he guestimated they were dry enough to wear now. \n\"Say.. Casey, why don't you go to the supermarket and get yourself some candy, maybe go out and play with the other kids?\" \n\"They always tease me...\" The beagle complained. \n\"Look. I'll give you 2 dollars. You can bring candy for everyone if you want, maybe they'll like you better then!\" \n\"You think so?\" Those green eyes were so hopeful.\n\"I [i]know[/i] so!\" \nThe confidence in his voice re-assured the cub, he could see that hopeful gleam in his eyes. \n\"But first you need another shower!\" \n\n\n-----------------------------\n\n\nCasey's clothes were still a little bit damp, his t-shirt chafed a bit, but it quickly dried on the way to the supermarket. He had 2 whole dollars! A small fortune when it came to buying candy. \nHe returned to the tenements with two big bags of candy, eager to put the skunk's plan into motion, hoping the other cubs would accept him if he gave them some of his candy. \nThe other cubs were at the playground, hooting and hollering as they played tag, others building sand-castles. He recognized most of them, and they recognized him, a few jeers making it his way. \nHe went over to the Henriksons first. The oldest, a lionboy called Jack, was always nice to him. Casey thought it was because he was the big brother who always took care of the others, the two middle siblings Helen and Scott with him as they were building a [i]huge[/i] sand-castle, the big brother helping out with the sculpting of parapets, a large bottle of water stuck into the sand, half-empty. \n\"Hi guys! Look what I've got!\" Casey beamed as he presented the two bags of candy. \n\"No way. Did you steal it?\" Helen asked with a suspicious frown.\n\"No I got the money from my dad!\" The beagle lied, feeling a little pit yawning in his stomach. \n\"Wow! He's really generous!\" Scott exclaimed, pawing for the bag of gummi bears, Casey handing it over. \n\nThis brought the other cubs over, one after the other, and for the moment, no one sneered at him and sniffed at his trashy smell, instead they smiled as he poured candy into their paws and he was soon allowed to join in on a game of tag. Casey was pretty quick and was good at climbing the wooden castle, almost always never getting tagged, chest burning as he ran as fast as he could, leaping and vaulting, some of the others complaining that he was 'too good'. \nHe didn't care. He didn't want to be caught, he wanted to win! \nEventually he was at the highest point of the castle, a wooden tower with a fireman's pole going down three stories, a staircase leading up from the other side, the perfect spot. He could just slide down if anyone came up. He hid there for a while and then heard footsteps, cub voices giggling on the floor beneath him. \n\"Casey totally stole that candy!\" Helen's voice came out, sneering.\n\"Such a trashy boy..\" Someone else muttered, he couldn't place who it belonged to. \n\"He sure smells like trash most of the time. I heard his daddy is a [i]loon[/i]...\" That tone, the way she said it, as if she was self-satisfied! \nCasey stifled a sob, his chest burning, constricting, hearing them prattle on without knowing his presence. \n\"I heard that skunk guy has taken a liking to him..\"\n\"I bet he sucks his dick!\"\n\"Well [i]I[/i] bet he's putting it in his butt!\" \n\nIt was all too much. With a heavy sob Casey grabbed the fireman's pole and slid down, past the giggling cubs, tears obscuring his vision so he didn't see who they were, then all the way down to the sand. \nHe ran away sniffling and barged into Jack, the lionboy stopping his escape. \n\"Hey hey hey! What's wrong Casey?\" He held him firm by his shoulders, but the beagle shrugged him off. \n\"Nothing. I'm just worthless trash!\" He yelled and ran off, Jack shouting after him a couple of times before he focused back on his many siblings.\n\n\n------------------------\n\n\nJohn was sitting on his couch, scratching his armpits, a cigarette in his mouth with a long ash as he saw a documentary about the construction of the World Trade Center. \nImpressive engineering, impressive buildings, the panorama shots from the viewing platforms giving a breathtaking view of the New York skyline. \nThen his door was knocked on, hammered on more like it, and he hurried to open it, surprised to see Casey back so soon, the beagle sobbing, facial fur utterly matted with his tears. \n\"Casey? What happened?\" He ushered the cub inside, who came in for a hug, the skunk bending down and hoisting him up, the pup mewling, twining his legs around his stomach, sobbing against his chest. \"There there, easy now boy, easy... It's all right. I'm right here. It's all right Casey...\" \n\nIt took a while for the beagle to tell him what happened and John frowned as he recounted the cubs talking about himself. He hugged the boy tighter as he considered his options and then let out a sigh. \nLet them talk. Whispers and gossiping was common in the tenements, but nothing much would ever come of it. He smiled even as the kid resumed his sobbing. Most parents here could barely take care of their own, hell, he had experienced himself the utter disregard some had for the cubs, one particular case a rottweiler dad who had leered at him outside his door, a knowing smirk on his face as his son had insisted he meet his new best friend whom he was having a sleepover with. \nAlmost as if he knew what was up and didn't care. Wallis had been a virgin, of that much he was sure, it had seemed the father just wanted the kid away so he could do his drugs in peace. With that knowledge, the skunk had fucked the rottweiler cub extra hard, really getting his milage in, the hole a wreck afterwards. \nHe squeezed Casey a bit harder, a sneer on his face as he remembered the cub coming back, bruised eyes, split lip, practically begging for more of his affection.\n \nCasey had stopped crying, his throat feeling sore, his chest hurting. Mr. Simmons was holding him very tight, as if to protect him against all of the bad thoughts and he felt sunshine pierce the clouds in his mind.\nThe skunk was his friend. His [i]bestest[/i] friend! He would make him happy, he really would!\n\"Mr. Simmons?\" He asked, voice still quivering.\n\"Y-Yes?\" The skunk said, gripping him a bit less hard. He reared his head back and stared into the man's eyes. \n\"Do you want to do some more [i]stuff[/i] with me?\" \n\"You sure?\" The man asked, a bit of a frown on his face, but Casey could feel his hardness poking at his rump and he just wanted to please him.\n\"Yeah I'm sure. Whatever you want. I'll try not to cry!\" He said as brightly as he could, staring earnestly.\n\nA minute later, Casey deeply regretted his promise. His nose twitched as he got close to Mr. Simmons rear, the bushy tail curled up and over his back, his somewhat big butt-cheeks obscuring the view to his tailhole. \nBut the beagle had promised he would do anything, even this which he had always refused. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, letting his snout part the man's sweaty and hairy ass-cheeks, the smell of his unwashed hole making his eyes water. He stifled a retch and then licked at it. He was happy he couldn't see, he felt the bits sticking to his tongue, the bitter pangs washing over his tastebuds from the unwashed sphincter. He felt the moisture sticking to it, sticking to his tongue. He gulped. Retched. Gulped again. \nHis paws were busy, one stroking Mr. Simmon's cock, the other kneading his pouch.\n\"Good boy Casey. This feels [i]really[/i] good. I love how your tongue feels on my hole. God! Stick it in. Stick your tongue inside me!\" \nThe beagle dug deeper, tasted worse, retched again, his paws almost mechanically pleasing the skunk. Tears were falling from his closed eyes as he licked out the sweaty male, musk clinging to his facial fur, the stink of ass deep in his nostrils. It was the worst. Just as bad as having his dick inside him. He retched again and paused, trying to calm his stomach. \n\"Keep going, Casey! I'm close. I'm so close. You are so good to me Casey, such a good friend..\"\nHe dug in again, Mr. Simmons' words spurring him on. He would be a good friend. \nHe stroked harder.\nHe would be his best friend.\nHe licked and slurped, sticking his tongue in, swallowing down his nausea. \nMr. Simmons didn't think he was trash. \nHe gulped down a mixture of hair and sweat, almost vomiting up the candy he had eaten. \n\"Fuck Casey, you're the best!\" He felt the man's sphincter tighten up. He rubbed him harder, squeezed his lips more firmly against his hole, tongue jabbing in as deep as it could reach. The skunk groaned and he felt him squirt, the shaft around his fingers pulsing as he shot his load. \n\nJohn groaned, tongue lolling out as Casey kept on licking his ass even after he had climaxed. He practically melted into the bed, the cub's snout buried between his cheeks, his skillful paw slowly stroking the last semen out of his shaft. \nIt was a shame he couldn't see his eyes, but he could hear the cub's gags and retches when the taste and smell overwhelmed him. \nHe melted further into the bed, half-hard prick grinding against the pool of cooling cum, thinking about other cubs, how he had broken their minds.\n\nJust like he had with Casey.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Casey's butthole hurt. The man who had done it sat right next to him, hugging him tight. It was too warm, but he didn't care, melting into the soft body of Mr. Simmons who was always there for him when the other kids had teased him or his dad was having one of his episodes or the trash stunk so much he couldn't bear it.
His sensitive puppy nose was close to the skunk's armpit, and a heavy scent was wafting up, occasionally getting him close to sneezing, his whiskers twitching from the man's unwashed smell. Casey didn't care.
He smelled worse things when at home.
That thought brought a frown to his face and he rubbed his head against the skunk's shoulder, the man hugging him in more tightly. He still hurt, but it always felt good when he snuggled up to Mr. Simmons. The cartoon's ending credits played, commercials blasted the room with too-loud sounds, and then it was back to more cartoons, his favorite caped hero show coming on.
Idly he noticed the arm wrapped around him shifting about, the skunk's big paw petting at his chest. He felt apprehensive, knowing that petting always lead to the other stuff and yet he pushed his knees out of the man's t-shirt, letting it drape widely  over his body, so his paw could continue further down, now rubbing circles on his tummy. The beagle murred at the gentle touching, rubbing his snout against Mr. Simmons' shoulder, while his eyes focused on the TV screen.


John was having the time of his life, slowly petting the little beagle who looked cute as a button dressed in his t-shirt, which made him look even smaller than his eight years of age.
The thirty-something skunk let his paw wander ever further down, and even as he noted the cub was fully focused on the cartoon characters saving the world, his little pecker was hard in its sheath, the tip poking against the fabric.
He hoisted up the T-shirt, grabbing the sheath directly and the little beagle moaned out, emerald eyes darting to look at his face, then back at the screen as he coaxed out more of his shaft. John knew the canine would chafe if he didn't get some lube on, and he reached for the cub's muzzle, Casey's lips parting as he gently dug two fingers inside, rubbing them against his tongue, then further back. The puppy tremored and gagged, he would have to be careful now he had a stomach full of cereal, and he just prodded at the back of his tongue, the boy hurking up a bit of slime, more than enough for further play.
He reached down again, pawpads slick with saliva now, and Casey moaned out as he stroked his puphood, less than two inches of bright-red dick with a faint bulge where the knot would grow in when he got older.
Slowly. Gently. Up and down. A squeeze, a pinch, more stroking, a bit of attention to his balls, even poking at his taint even as he felt the cub tensed up, causing him to poke it even more just because he could, before he was back at stroking the little dick. His own hardness pressed against his black sweatpants, but he had already climaxed twice and it was time for the little guy to enjoy himself.

John's philosophy was that threats and violence would come back and bite him in the ass. Making the cubs feel wanted, giving them pleasure, that was the best way of doing things and getting off scott free. He groped the boycub a little harder, enjoying his muffled moans, the kid now nibbling at his shoulder, eyes still focused on the show although they were half-lidded with pleasure at this point. The skunk let his paw wander down to his kid's nutsack, gently rolling it in his paw, occasionally brushing against the beagle's erect cubhood just to keep him antsy.
When the show ended he grasped the pecker at the base of the undeveloped knot and squeezed somewhat hard, making Casey yip, before he extracted his arm and made to move away, the cub emitting a plaintive mewl.
"Let's take this to the bed. You made me happy and now I want to make you happy. That's what friends are for, right?"
Those emerald green eyes cast away, somewhat uncertain, but the cub still got to his footpaws and followed him into the bedroom.
"Get on your elbows and knees. I'll lick your butt while I jerk you off.."


Casey didn't like all the buttstuff Mr. Simmons made him do, but he did like the sensation when his tongue squeezed against his tailhole. He got on the bed, the skunk instructing him to keep the T-shirt on, folding it up and draping it over his lower back while he got into position, the bed creaking.
The beagle looked at the pillow he had bitten into earlier, noting the teethmarks in the cover, although the wet stains from his tears were dry now. Then the man's mouth was at his butt and his tail wagged back and forth as he felt Mr. Simmon's hot breaths on his pucker. He mewled out as the man licked, a firm and soft pressure that massaged his aching tailhole, making him squirm and sink into the bed with a happy groan.
Casey loved it when the skunk made him feel good.
He whined as his dick was touched and stroked, the man rimming him and jerking him off, slowly and gently. His breathing got more quick, the beagle's eyes closed in pleasure now. The skunk hummed and stuck the tip of his tongue inside, keeping it still, and Casey began to push back on his own accord, enjoying how the soft appendage squirmed its way into him, tickling his anus, making him blush and moan as the man began to jerk him off a little bit faster. His head was swimming now, he was on the clouds, huffing and panting, rocking his body back and forth, Mr. Simmons' mouth slurping as he pushed his butt against his face as hard as possible, the ache dissapating, a heat building in his dick.

The kid yipped when he climaxed, boycock trembling in John's paw as he had his dry climax, sphincter clenching against his tongue which had gotten sore by this point.
He huffed, pleased with himself, allowing the kid to rest down for a few minutes, groping his taut buttcheeks, spreading them wide, staring with lust at his spit-coated sphincter. He couldn't help but poke at it with a thumb, shushing the complaints out of the cub, digging the digit inside somewhat roughly, letting it poke forward and down and then grind against his prostate.
The 8-year-old beagle whimpered, but kept still, his paws clenching and unclenching as they gripped the dirty sheets while his rimmed tailhole was stretched. The skunk grinned and pushed hard at the little button on the inside, the cub squirming some more, overstimulated, a little bit in pain, strange sensations probably wracking his body.
John harked up a nice glob of spit and let it fall on the base of the beagle's tail, smeared it around with his index finger, then got himself into position. He frowned then. Maybe he could get the cub to climax while being fucked?
"Turn around, Casey."

The beagle hurried to comply, his half-hard member jutting out of its sheath. The thumb inside his butt had hurt, but also touched that special place that sometimes made him feel good, and he was blushing a bit as he looked at Mr. Simmons. The man was on his knees, towering over him. His long and bushy tail was wagging slowly from side to side, his black-furred face showing a lewd grin, his black eyes always seeking out his own.
He reached for Casey's legs, pulling them up, crawling forward, bending the beagle's body backwards, fully exposing his rump.
"Keep your legs up, yeah, just like that. Good boy!" The cub felt happy with himself, having hooked his paws under his knees, keeping himself open for the skunk like a good boy would. A good friend.
"You are such a special, clever boy!" Mr. Simmons grunted as he slowly worked his cockhead inside, Casey whimpering as his tailhole was stretched. Then the man reached for his sheath, working out his cubhood again, that warmth spreading around his groin as it was toyed with even as he clenched his teeth, enduring the pain of the member sliding into his butt. The skunk was now almost fully hilted and he leaned down, causing the beagle to whimper as his cock shifted around inside him, and he kissed him on the lips, the smell and taste of cigarette heavy on his breath and tongue. Still, he pushed his head off the mattress, kissing the man back for a while as his member slid in to the hilt.

John pulled back, huffing, then reached for the cub's member again, working it until it was hard and then he buckled his hips, knowing his cock would ram against the kid's prostate.
"Eyes- Never mind. You are so, so good to me Casey!" He exclaimed, voice all syrup and candy as he began to rock his hips, those tear-filled emerald eyes locked onto his.
The skunk sped up, both the jerking and the fucking, determined to have the cub climax before himself.
"Doesn't it feel good to have me inside you?" He coo'd. "Doesn't it make your peepee extra tingly?" At that he thrust extra hard again, really working the beagle's prostate. The cub was whimper-moaning now, buckling his back off the sheets, John's spit-slick fingers squelching as they jerked him off. He sped up further, bed creaking properly now, his paw a blur and the cub climaxed, tensing up, his asshole gripping him so tightly that he groaned out.
He let go of the little prick and grabbed the cub by his shoulders, squeezing him into the bed, hemming him in with his much larger body, fucking him with full and hard strokes while he was still clenching up, quickly flying over the edge and growling as he unloaded deep inside the cub. Casey was crying now, overstimulated, not aroused enough to bear the pain of his well-fucked tailhole, green eyes scrunched up with tears running, but never looking away.


"You are such a good boy, Casey.." Mr. Simmons said, hugging him against his sweaty and somewhat smelly body. The man was on his side, facing the beagle, one arm underneath his body, paw cradling his rump, squeezing and tugging at his buttocks, making his tailhole hurt extra much. However, the beagle endured it cause the man's other paw was stroking his face, stroking his ear, scritching his neck, making him chirp and squirm from the gentle petting and the heaps of praise.
"Now tell me. It wasn't just the smell. What did your daddy do to make you come to me at 4 in the morning?"

John felt the cub tense up and he just kept up his stroking and petting, letting him know he was cared for, letting him know he had all the time in the world. For a while they just laid there, the cub nuzzling his face against his chest, a sniffle coming out of his mouth, then another. The kid took a deep breath, then another.
"He's gone really crazy this time.." He muttered, almost too quiet for the skunk to hear.
Casey gasped as he squeezed his butt firmly, other paw mashing his head against his chest, then he let off again.
"He-He-He-He has covered everything in aluminum foil. Everything. He says they are listening. He woke me up with a knife in his paw, waving it around, telling me to get out, that I was-was-was-was an agent! It doesn't even make sense. What agent? I'm just a boy, I'm not an agent, whatever that is!"
The cub began to bawl then and John felt it wise to stop groping his butt, instead shifting the cub around so that he was splayed out on his soft stomach, hugging him close, the cub's tears matting his chestfur.
"There there, Casey. He'll get better soon, I'm sure of it!"
Casey just bawled harder. He almost wanted to slap him, but that wasn't his style, instead he hugged him and stroked his headfur until he calmed down again.
"You really think he'll get better?"
I sure hope not!
"Yes. I'm sure of it. He has been strange before, right, at least, more strange than usual?"
"Ye-Yeah..."
"Don't you worry about it. He'll come around soon enough!"

The cub sniffled for a bit longer and then John felt it was time to get things moving a bit. He had some chores to do and the beagle couldn't stay locked up in his apartment forever. He squinted at the window, the clothing rack there had the kid's clothes drying on them and he guestimated they were dry enough to wear now.
"Say.. Casey, why don't you go to the supermarket and get yourself some candy, maybe go out and play with the other kids?"
"They always tease me..." The beagle complained.
"Look. I'll give you 2 dollars. You can bring candy for everyone if you want, maybe they'll like you better then!"
"You think so?" Those green eyes were so hopeful.
"I know so!"
The confidence in his voice re-assured the cub, he could see that hopeful gleam in his eyes.
"But first you need another shower!"


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Casey's clothes were still a little bit damp, his t-shirt chafed a bit, but it quickly dried on the way to the supermarket. He had 2 whole dollars! A small fortune when it came to buying candy.
He returned to the tenements with two big bags of candy, eager to put the skunk's plan into motion, hoping the other cubs would accept him if he gave them some of his candy.
The other cubs were at the playground, hooting and hollering as they played tag, others building sand-castles. He recognized most of them, and they recognized him, a few jeers making it his way.
He went over to the Henriksons first. The oldest, a lionboy called Jack, was always nice to him. Casey thought it was because he was the big brother who always took care of the others, the two middle siblings Helen and Scott with him as they were building a huge sand-castle, the big brother helping out with the sculpting of parapets, a large bottle of water stuck into the sand, half-empty.
"Hi guys! Look what I've got!" Casey beamed as he presented the two bags of candy.
"No way. Did you steal it?" Helen asked with a suspicious frown.
"No I got the money from my dad!" The beagle lied, feeling a little pit yawning in his stomach.
"Wow! He's really generous!" Scott exclaimed, pawing for the bag of gummi bears, Casey handing it over.

This brought the other cubs over, one after the other, and for the moment, no one sneered at him and sniffed at his trashy smell, instead they smiled as he poured candy into their paws and he was soon allowed to join in on a game of tag. Casey was pretty quick and was good at climbing the wooden castle, almost always never getting tagged, chest burning as he ran as fast as he could, leaping and vaulting, some of the others complaining that he was 'too good'.
He didn't care. He didn't want to be caught, he wanted to win!
Eventually he was at the highest point of the castle, a wooden tower with a fireman's pole going down three stories, a staircase leading up from the other side, the perfect spot. He could just slide down if anyone came up. He hid there for a while and then heard footsteps, cub voices giggling on the floor beneath him.
"Casey totally stole that candy!" Helen's voice came out, sneering.
"Such a trashy boy.." Someone else muttered, he couldn't place who it belonged to.
"He sure smells like trash most of the time. I heard his daddy is a loon..." That tone, the way she said it, as if she was self-satisfied!
Casey stifled a sob, his chest burning, constricting, hearing them prattle on without knowing his presence.
"I heard that skunk guy has taken a liking to him.."
"I bet he sucks his dick!"
"Well I bet he's putting it in his butt!"

It was all too much. With a heavy sob Casey grabbed the fireman's pole and slid down, past the giggling cubs, tears obscuring his vision so he didn't see who they were, then all the way down to the sand.
He ran away sniffling and barged into Jack, the lionboy stopping his escape.
"Hey hey hey! What's wrong Casey?" He held him firm by his shoulders, but the beagle shrugged him off.
"Nothing. I'm just worthless trash!" He yelled and ran off, Jack shouting after him a couple of times before he focused back on his many siblings.


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John was sitting on his couch, scratching his armpits, a cigarette in his mouth with a long ash as he saw a documentary about the construction of the World Trade Center.
Impressive engineering, impressive buildings, the panorama shots from the viewing platforms giving a breathtaking view of the New York skyline.
Then his door was knocked on, hammered on more like it, and he hurried to open it, surprised to see Casey back so soon, the beagle sobbing, facial fur utterly matted with his tears.
"Casey? What happened?" He ushered the cub inside, who came in for a hug, the skunk bending down and hoisting him up, the pup mewling, twining his legs around his stomach, sobbing against his chest. "There there, easy now boy, easy... It's all right. I'm right here. It's all right Casey..."

It took a while for the beagle to tell him what happened and John frowned as he recounted the cubs talking about himself. He hugged the boy tighter as he considered his options and then let out a sigh.
Let them talk. Whispers and gossiping was common in the tenements, but nothing much would ever come of it. He smiled even as the kid resumed his sobbing. Most parents here could barely take care of their own, hell, he had experienced himself the utter disregard some had for the cubs, one particular case a rottweiler dad who had leered at him outside his door, a knowing smirk on his face as his son had insisted he meet his new best friend whom he was having a sleepover with.
Almost as if he knew what was up and didn't care. Wallis had been a virgin, of that much he was sure, it had seemed the father just wanted the kid away so he could do his drugs in peace. With that knowledge, the skunk had fucked the rottweiler cub extra hard, really getting his milage in, the hole a wreck afterwards.
He squeezed Casey a bit harder, a sneer on his face as he remembered the cub coming back, bruised eyes, split lip, practically begging for more of his affection.
 
Casey had stopped crying, his throat feeling sore, his chest hurting. Mr. Simmons was holding him very tight, as if to protect him against all of the bad thoughts and he felt sunshine pierce the clouds in his mind.
The skunk was his friend. His bestest friend! He would make him happy, he really would!
"Mr. Simmons?" He asked, voice still quivering.
"Y-Yes?" The skunk said, gripping him a bit less hard. He reared his head back and stared into the man's eyes.
"Do you want to do some more stuff with me?"
"You sure?" The man asked, a bit of a frown on his face, but Casey could feel his hardness poking at his rump and he just wanted to please him.
"Yeah I'm sure. Whatever you want. I'll try not to cry!" He said as brightly as he could, staring earnestly.

A minute later, Casey deeply regretted his promise. His nose twitched as he got close to Mr. Simmons rear, the bushy tail curled up and over his back, his somewhat big butt-cheeks obscuring the view to his tailhole.
But the beagle had promised he would do anything, even this which he had always refused. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, letting his snout part the man's sweaty and hairy ass-cheeks, the smell of his unwashed hole making his eyes water. He stifled a retch and then licked at it. He was happy he couldn't see, he felt the bits sticking to his tongue, the bitter pangs washing over his tastebuds from the unwashed sphincter. He felt the moisture sticking to it, sticking to his tongue. He gulped. Retched. Gulped again.
His paws were busy, one stroking Mr. Simmon's cock, the other kneading his pouch.
"Good boy Casey. This feels really good. I love how your tongue feels on my hole. God! Stick it in. Stick your tongue inside me!"
The beagle dug deeper, tasted worse, retched again, his paws almost mechanically pleasing the skunk. Tears were falling from his closed eyes as he licked out the sweaty male, musk clinging to his facial fur, the stink of ass deep in his nostrils. It was the worst. Just as bad as having his dick inside him. He retched again and paused, trying to calm his stomach.
"Keep going, Casey! I'm close. I'm so close. You are so good to me Casey, such a good friend.."
He dug in again, Mr. Simmons' words spurring him on. He would be a good friend.
He stroked harder.
He would be his best friend.
He licked and slurped, sticking his tongue in, swallowing down his nausea.
Mr. Simmons didn't think he was trash.
He gulped down a mixture of hair and sweat, almost vomiting up the candy he had eaten.
"Fuck Casey, you're the best!" He felt the man's sphincter tighten up. He rubbed him harder, squeezed his lips more firmly against his hole, tongue jabbing in as deep as it could reach. The skunk groaned and he felt him squirt, the shaft around his fingers pulsing as he shot his load.

John groaned, tongue lolling out as Casey kept on licking his ass even after he had climaxed. He practically melted into the bed, the cub's snout buried between his cheeks, his skillful paw slowly stroking the last semen out of his shaft.
It was a shame he couldn't see his eyes, but he could hear the cub's gags and retches when the taste and smell overwhelmed him.
He melted further into the bed, half-hard prick grinding against the pool of cooling cum, thinking about other cubs, how he had broken their minds.

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