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from work to be greeted by an unexpected guest! \n\n\nThis is a work of fiction and fantasy. It does not and should not represent anything in the real world.\n\n\n\nI have made a journal about the tenements. It has SPOILERS. Go there if you'd like to leave a comment on characters and scenes you'd like to see take place in this run-down universe^^\nhttps://inkbunny.net/j/523843-bullubullu-the-tenements\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The muse is on overdrive today!

John Simmons returns home from work to be greeted by an unexpected guest!


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



I have made a journal about the tenements. It has SPOILERS. Go there if you'd like to leave a comment on characters and scenes you'd like to see take place in this run-down universe^^
https://inkbunny.net/j/523843-bullubullu-the-tenements
", "writing": "John Simmons was leaning against the railing inside the elevator, mindful of not brushing up against the side where a new and obvious piss-stain had marked the battered metal. His footpaws hurt, his back hurt, his palms hurt. He couldn't wait to get home and pop open a cold one now that his night shifts were done with. \nThe elevator opened, the corridor dark until he hit the glowing light switch and the pudgy skunk wobbled towards his apartment, taking a drag out of his cigarette, tired lungs barely making it glow. He frowned as he got closer to his door, a slender shape wearing an oversized hoodie standing there. \nSomewhat apprehensively, one paw down in his pocket, slipping on his brass knuckles, he made his way near. \n\"Why are you standing in front of my apartment?\" The skunk demanded, keeping his distance in case it was some druggie in need of a lesson. \n\"I need your help, John.\" The figure turned, standing a bit sideways, hoodie still obscuring its features. \nThe skunk frowned, it was a boycub's voice, somewhat thin, but it had crackled with the tell-tale sign of puberty. Then the hood was flung back.\n\"Jesus [i]Christ[/i]!\" He was flabbergasted, didn't know what to say. \n\"Please help me..\" The canine said, voice raspy now, as if every word hurt his throat.\n\"Fuck me... Okay. Yeah, okay, come in..\" The skunk gave the youth a sideways glance as he unlocked the door, the familiar smell of cigarette smoke and manmusk wafting out. \"After you.\" \n\nThe canine coughed into the sleeves of his oversized hoodie and moved towards the coach and laid himself down as casually as if he was living there. \nWhich he had, a couple years back, the memories now fluttering in John's mind as he remembered the Rottweiler servicing his cock day, evening and night with gusto. \nThere wasn't much gusto about the young teen now. Wallis had to be...\n\"How old are you now?\" John asked. \n\"13, why?\" Wallis responded in that scratchy voice, bruised head turning up then resting down again. \n\"And it's been what... 2 years?\" \n\"Yeah..\"\n\"Never seen you around.\" It was hard to keep the accusation out of his voice. \n\"Prefer to stay indoors. Shit that isn't why I'm here,\" Wallis was overcome by a coughing fit that had him curling up on the couch, the Rottweiler grimacing with pain, choking down the coughs as quickly as he could. \"Water...\" \nThe skunk fetched him an improperly cleaned glass of water, chalky white crusting the insides. Wallis gulped it down, then weakly put it on the table, almost toppling it over. \n\"Shit Wallis, it looks like you have been in a car accident!\" John said, seating himself so that he could kick his legs up on the table, a bottle of cold beer clunking as he put it down. His cigarette had gone out and he lit a new one, huffing angrily, billowing out smoke then blowing one cloud in the cub's direction. \"Want one?\" \nWallis nodded and soon laid there on his side, gingerly keeping the cigarette in place, blood-crusted lips trembling.\n\"What happened to you?\" \nWallis shivered, curling up further. He reached for the ashtray and put out the cigarette after a few quick puffs. \n\"A bad idea gone wrong...\"\n\"That's not very informative, Wallis.\" John put some sternness into his voice, making the canine's hazel eyes flicker. \"Tell me what happened to you.\" \n\nThe young teen took in a deep breath, but failed to respond. John really took in the sight of the cub. Both eyes were puffy, scrapes all over his face, nose swollen, toilet paper stuck up the nostrils. His lips had several splits and on his right cheek was a [i]massive[/i] bruise. His hoodie, while unadorned and black, had numerous rust-looking streaks. Dry blood.\nSomeone had fucked him up real hard, that much was obvious. \n\"Wallis. You have to tell me what's going on. Why are you here, don't you have some place to stay?\" \n\"He turned me away literally an hour before now.\"\n\"He? What about your foster parents?\" \n\"Haven't seen them since I ran away...\" He turned his face away from the skunk.\n\"Why did you do that? I thought you wrote to me they were nice people?\" \n\"They... They were.. But... I kinda fooled around with Becket...\"\n\"....And?\" \nWallis coughed, reached for the cigarette again, lit it and took another puff. \n\"And his wife found us while he was fucking me on their bed.\"\n\"Fuck.\"\n\"Yeah. She wasn't happy.\" Wallis had grown, that tone of voice came out like from someone much older than his peers.\n\"So you ran?\" \n\"Yeah.\"\n\"And did what?\" \n\"Sold myself.\"\n\"[i]Wallis[/i]!\" \n\"What?\" The cub's voice almost broke and he fell into a coughing fit, dropping the lit cigarette on the floor, weakly reaching for the water, gulping it down until the glass was empty. Then his glare returned, hazel eyes angry underneath the bruising. \"I didn't have a choice. I needed somewhere to sleep. I needed money. I needed to take care of myself.\" He looked away then while John reached down for the cigarette, put out his own out, then took a drag on the injured cub's, tasting the blood transferred from his lips, tangy and metallic. Wordlessly he extended the smoking cigarette to the canine. \n\"What happened tonight then?\" John demanded, noting how Wallis tensed up. He frowned as he saw how smoking made the bruised lip tear up, blood running down the Rottweiler's chin. \"Never mind, Wallis. We need to get you cleaned up, your hoodie soaked in the sink, you are leaving bloodstains on my couch.\" \n\"John... I....\" \n\"Come on. Get up boy.\" John reached for the canine's arm, pulling him upright and then he squealed loudly, pulling his arm back sharply. \n\"I can't.... Sit.\"\n\"Then stand!\" The skunk demanded, growing more impatient and exasperated by the second. He had been at the warehouse on a ten hour shift, his mind was wonky on too much caffeine, and his footpaws demanded he put them up instead of standing on them, looming over the hoodie-covered cub. \"Come now Wallis. Get that filthy thing off and let us get you cleaned out.\" \n\"Please..\"\n\"[i]Now[/i]!\" Wallis almost jumped at the whiplash of his tone and began to get up, the skunk's mouth curling upwards ever-so-slightly. John tried to always always [i]always[/i] be reasonable and friendly. When he let his angry voice out, his wards paid attention!\nWallis grunted as he lifted his paws, allowing the skunk to lift up the oversized hoodie, and John felt that slight smile utterly vanish as he saw the mottled bruising on the cub's stomach. There were bite marks too. Deep ones that had drawn blood, badly crusted over, a couple of punctures beginning to trickle out his sanguine fluids as the fabric scraped over them. \nAs he pulled it over the cub's head and then his arms, he saw the red line across his throat, and when it was fully removed and Wallis stood barechested, he finally noticed why he had been so hesitant. The canine's hazel eyes looked down at the floor while he cradled his arms, trying in vain to hide the puncture marks. \n\"You've... You've... Is that needle marks?\" John almost shouted, Wallis just hunching in on himself, as if he wished he could disappear. \n\"Are you high right now??\" The skunk demanded, even louder. Wallis just shook his head dejectedly.\n\"You know I don't want druggies in my apartment, Wallis!\" \n\"I [i]know[/i]! I didn't have a choice. Jame- I mean my friend wouldn't let me stay if I couldn't put out. And I can't put out. Not for a long time it feels like...\" \n\"What happened? Wallis I swear to God tell me the truth. You have to be honest with me!\" \n\"They raped me...\" The canine said in a small voice, sounding like a ten-year-old now. \n\"Who?\" \n\"I don't know their names. It was supposed to be a twosome, even if I don't do those, but they said they would pay double, you can understand that right?\" Bruised eyes cried tears that washed out blood, rosy rivulets dripping from Wallis' cheeks to spatter on the floor. \"But they weren't two. There was six of them. I said I didn't want to. I said I couldn't handle that many. They... They beat me. They held me. Choked me... Bound me,\" John now noted the two angry welts around Wallis' wrists, \"They fucked my mouth and ass over and over and over...\" At this he broke down, knees thudding as they impacting the floor. The Rottweiler wept into his paws, sobbing and heaving, John standing there clenching and unclenching his paws as if he might strike the little druggie. \n\n[i]Dammit![/i]\n\n\"Wallis. Wallis!\" He kept his voice stern now, but without the whiplash, utterly tearfilled eyes and a snooty nose looked at him. He extended his paw down. \"Let us get you cleaned up.\"\n\nJohn entered the shower together with the canine, both of them naked. Wallis kept facing him, his tail tugged down. He wasn't hard. The bloody and bruised mess of a cub wasn't something that turned him on in the moment, and besides, he was a bit too [i]old[/i].\nRegardless, he could not help but admire the shape of the Rottweiler. Wallis was lanky but growing, something close a sixpack on his stomach, the boy would soon grow to be a tall and fine-looking young man if John had to take a guess. \nHe washed out the blood, starting with the head, working his way down. He forbid Wallis from interfering, the cub would just scratch at wounds he didn't even know he had. Instead, the skunk's paws worked up and down, gingerly soaping up the cub, pink and frothy bubbles circling the drain when he washed him off.\n\"Lift your tail Wallis.\" The skunk instructed, and the Rottweiler's black-furred tail crept up. It had a bend to it now and he wondered if it had been partially broken. He touched it and Wallis yelped and recoiled. \n\"Easy Wallis, easy, I won't touch it again..\" John coaxed, and the canine lifted his tail again.\n \n\"Fuck.\"\n\nThere was no other proper word. The cub was gaping, his entire rump was a mess of sticky, blood-crusted fur.\n\"Is it- Is it bad?\" The canine whimpered.\n\"I've never seen worse.\" John murmured, despite having taken a cub or three hard enough to make them bleed more than a little. He put a fingertip on the bloodied flesh and Wallis jumped away, practically hitting himself against the tiles. \n\"Alright, easy Wallis. [i]Easy[/i]! I'll just use the shower head.\" \nThe cub just nodded, put his paws on the tiles as if he was in prison and strutted out his butt. \nAs the old blood washed away, John licked his lips in appreciation. The cub's buttocks were still taut not yet filling in with maturity. His widely gaping hole had been well broken into, fresh blood spattering to the floor as the old crusts were washed away. The pucker bulged and Wallis whimpered, a splurt of semen ejecting out to circle the drain. \n\"Wallis, did they all ejaculate inside you?\" John asked in as neutral a tone as possible.\n\"All of them. Some more than once...\"\n\"You know they might have STD's right?\" \nWallis hiccup-cried a couple of times before answering in a thin voice. \"I always ask my costumers to put on a condom if they want a go at my ass.\" \n\"Not very helpful now, is it?\" \n\"No...\"\n\"We'll have to wash it out. The sooner the better.\" \n\"With the shower hose?\" Wallis looked back over his shoulder.\n\"Don't have any of those adaptor things. The steel would just scrape your wounds further I think. No,\" he got up, shutting off the water, rummaging with his cock, \"you'll need to let me piss inside you.\"\nThe quickness of his arousal surprised him, from soft and jiggly to fully hard in ten seconds. Wallis noticed that. \n\"You can't stick it in now!\" He gestured at the circling blood. \"I'm still bleeding John!\" \n\"Just the tip, Wallis, you can get it slick first..\"\n\"By sucking you off??\" He sounded angry now, violated.\n\"That was what I was thinking,\" the skunk said innocently.\nWallis spat into his paw and rubbed it on the skunk's tip before facing away again. \n\"Do it!\" He spat.\n\nThe cub's saliva would be enough for the tip. John's bladder held what felt like a gallon's worth of coffee and he pushed against the torn entrance, Wallis shivering in pain before half the head was even inside.\n\"I'll not go further.\" John promised, his hardness struggling against his bladder for the better part of a minute before he released. \nHot, coffee-piss spurted into the cub's ass at high velocity through his torn sphincter. Wallis whimpered as the skunk's urine filled up his abused hole, his stomach gurgling as what seemed like an impossible amount to them both came out John's hard prick. \n\"Get it out now. Get yourself dried off. Then we'll put some Vaseline on those wounds of yours, some Band-Aids too..\" \n\nThe skunk opted to dry off outside the restroom, not wanting to be near the cub when he expelled the liquid waste and the many loads that had been shot up his asshole. He heard the splatters, the cub crying and whimpering, and his hardness died down as he finished getting dry, finally cracking open the bottle of beer which was now close to room temperature.\nIt was almost empty when Wallis staggered out, the cub mechanically walking over to the couch as if he wanted to lie down.\n\"Keep standing.\" John commanded, getting up, the tub of Vaseline and the Band-Aids on the table picked up. \nHe smeared the canine's bruises, his split lips, the \"love\" bites, the rope chafings. He made him bend over, smearing it all over his sphincter which was still bleeding slightly. He cursed, brought some toilet paper, wiped off blood and smeared more of the goop onto the abused skin until the bleeding stopped. With a pinky he pushed a small amount inside, but Wallis whimpered and complained, so he stopped. The skunk made a mental note to finger him again later, so his internal wounds could be coated properly.\nBand-Aids seemed to cover the entirety of the cub's body now, including the needle marks on his lower arms.\nJohn could not stand looking at them. \n\"Alright, pup, it's been a long night for the both of us. My footpaws are killing me, so is my back. I'm hitting the sack, I think you should too.\" \n\nThey were in the bed. John always slept on his left, and would usually spoon his little fuckbuddies, but Wallis opted to lie opposite, occasionally coughing weakly as his overworked body tried to shut down. \nThe skunk was almost asleep when he felt paws rummage at his crotch.\n\"Wallis, not now.\" He muttered, even though his cock hardened up under the Rottweiler's experienced touch.\n\"Don't you want me to? You've helped me out a lot right now..\" Wallis' voice sounded almost dejected. \n\"I'm [i]tired[/i] Wallis. I helped you because I'm your [i]friend[/i]...\"\n\"Okay...\" \nThere was a few dozen seconds of pause.\n\"I wouldn't say no to a morning blowjob though..\" \n\n---------------------\n\nSix hours later the alarm started blaring, but John didn't manage to turn it off before something fairly light climbed over him to do it for him. He felt a hot breath on his crotch soon after, and his member was then enveloped by the teen's warm maw. \n\"You've gotten so good at this..\" He murmured sleepily, putting a paw on the young canine's skull, pushing him down to the root, which he managed without gagging. \n\"So good... You can stick around if you'd like!\"\nWallis just murred and glk!'d as he throated the pudgy skunk. John looked through bleary eyes, the cub's ass right next to his head, black tail wagging slowly. It was a good-looking butt, even if Wallis was a bit too old for his tastes. He groaned in pleasure as the deepthroating intensified. \n\nYeah, Wallis could definitely stay for a few days!", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "John Simmons was leaning against the railing inside the elevator, mindful of not brushing up against the side where a new and obvious piss-stain had marked the battered metal. His footpaws hurt, his back hurt, his palms hurt. He couldn't wait to get home and pop open a cold one now that his night shifts were done with.
The elevator opened, the corridor dark until he hit the glowing light switch and the pudgy skunk wobbled towards his apartment, taking a drag out of his cigarette, tired lungs barely making it glow. He frowned as he got closer to his door, a slender shape wearing an oversized hoodie standing there.
Somewhat apprehensively, one paw down in his pocket, slipping on his brass knuckles, he made his way near.
"Why are you standing in front of my apartment?" The skunk demanded, keeping his distance in case it was some druggie in need of a lesson.
"I need your help, John." The figure turned, standing a bit sideways, hoodie still obscuring its features.
The skunk frowned, it was a boycub's voice, somewhat thin, but it had crackled with the tell-tale sign of puberty. Then the hood was flung back.
"Jesus Christ!" He was flabbergasted, didn't know what to say.
"Please help me.." The canine said, voice raspy now, as if every word hurt his throat.
"Fuck me... Okay. Yeah, okay, come in.." The skunk gave the youth a sideways glance as he unlocked the door, the familiar smell of cigarette smoke and manmusk wafting out. "After you."

The canine coughed into the sleeves of his oversized hoodie and moved towards the coach and laid himself down as casually as if he was living there.
Which he had, a couple years back, the memories now fluttering in John's mind as he remembered the Rottweiler servicing his cock day, evening and night with gusto.
There wasn't much gusto about the young teen now. Wallis had to be...
"How old are you now?" John asked.
"13, why?" Wallis responded in that scratchy voice, bruised head turning up then resting down again.
"And it's been what... 2 years?"
"Yeah.."
"Never seen you around." It was hard to keep the accusation out of his voice.
"Prefer to stay indoors. Shit that isn't why I'm here," Wallis was overcome by a coughing fit that had him curling up on the couch, the Rottweiler grimacing with pain, choking down the coughs as quickly as he could. "Water..."
The skunk fetched him an improperly cleaned glass of water, chalky white crusting the insides. Wallis gulped it down, then weakly put it on the table, almost toppling it over.
"Shit Wallis, it looks like you have been in a car accident!" John said, seating himself so that he could kick his legs up on the table, a bottle of cold beer clunking as he put it down. His cigarette had gone out and he lit a new one, huffing angrily, billowing out smoke then blowing one cloud in the cub's direction. "Want one?"
Wallis nodded and soon laid there on his side, gingerly keeping the cigarette in place, blood-crusted lips trembling.
"What happened to you?"
Wallis shivered, curling up further. He reached for the ashtray and put out the cigarette after a few quick puffs.
"A bad idea gone wrong..."
"That's not very informative, Wallis." John put some sternness into his voice, making the canine's hazel eyes flicker. "Tell me what happened to you."

The young teen took in a deep breath, but failed to respond. John really took in the sight of the cub. Both eyes were puffy, scrapes all over his face, nose swollen, toilet paper stuck up the nostrils. His lips had several splits and on his  right cheek was a massive bruise. His hoodie, while unadorned and black, had numerous rust-looking streaks. Dry blood.
Someone had fucked him up real hard, that much was obvious.
"Wallis. You have to tell me what's going on. Why are you here, don't you have some place to stay?"
"He turned me away literally an hour before now."
"He? What about your foster parents?"
"Haven't seen them since I ran away..." He turned his face away  from the skunk.
"Why did you do that? I thought you wrote to me they were nice people?"
"They... They were.. But... I kinda fooled around with Becket..."
"....And?"
Wallis coughed, reached for the cigarette again, lit it and took another puff.
"And his wife found us while he was fucking me on their bed."
"Fuck."
"Yeah. She wasn't happy." Wallis had grown, that tone of voice came out like from someone much older than his peers.
"So you ran?"
"Yeah."
"And did what?"
"Sold myself."
"Wallis!"
"What?" The cub's voice almost broke and he fell into a coughing fit, dropping the lit cigarette on the floor, weakly reaching for the water, gulping it down until the glass was empty. Then his glare returned, hazel eyes angry underneath the bruising. "I didn't have a choice. I needed somewhere to sleep. I needed money. I needed to take care of myself." He looked away then while John reached down for the cigarette, put out his own out, then took a drag on the injured cub's, tasting the blood transferred from his lips, tangy and metallic. Wordlessly he extended the smoking cigarette to the canine.
"What happened tonight then?" John demanded, noting how Wallis tensed up. He frowned as he saw how smoking made the bruised lip tear up, blood running down the Rottweiler's chin. "Never mind, Wallis. We need to get you cleaned up, your hoodie soaked in the sink, you are leaving bloodstains on my couch."
"John... I...."
"Come on. Get up boy." John reached for the canine's arm, pulling him upright and then he squealed loudly, pulling his arm back sharply.
"I can't.... Sit."
"Then stand!" The skunk demanded, growing more impatient and exasperated by the second. He had been at the warehouse on a ten hour shift, his mind was wonky on too much caffeine, and his footpaws demanded he put them up instead of standing on them, looming over the hoodie-covered cub. "Come now Wallis. Get that filthy thing off and let us get you cleaned out."
"Please.."
"Now!" Wallis almost jumped at the whiplash of his tone and began to get up, the skunk's mouth curling upwards ever-so-slightly. John tried to always always always be reasonable and friendly. When he let his angry voice out, his wards paid attention!
Wallis grunted as he lifted his paws, allowing the skunk to lift up the oversized hoodie, and John felt that slight smile utterly vanish as he saw the mottled bruising on the cub's stomach. There were bite marks too. Deep ones that had drawn blood, badly crusted over, a couple of punctures beginning to trickle out his sanguine fluids as the fabric scraped over them.
As he pulled it over the cub's head and then his arms, he saw the red line across his throat, and when it was fully removed and Wallis stood barechested, he finally noticed why he had been so hesitant. The canine's hazel eyes looked down at the floor while he cradled his arms, trying in vain to hide the puncture marks.
"You've... You've... Is that needle marks?" John almost shouted, Wallis just hunching in on himself, as if he wished he could disappear.
"Are you high right now??" The skunk demanded, even louder. Wallis just shook his head dejectedly.
"You know I don't want druggies in my apartment, Wallis!"
"I know! I didn't have a choice. Jame- I mean my friend wouldn't let me stay if I couldn't put out. And I can't put out. Not for a long time it feels like..."
"What happened? Wallis I swear to God tell me the truth. You have to be honest with me!"
"They raped me..." The canine said in a small voice, sounding like a ten-year-old now.
"Who?"
"I don't know their names. It was supposed to be a twosome, even if I don't do those, but they said they would pay double, you can understand that right?" Bruised eyes cried tears that washed out blood, rosy rivulets dripping from Wallis' cheeks to spatter on the floor. "But they weren't two. There was six of them. I said I didn't want to. I said I couldn't handle that many. They... They beat me. They held me. Choked me... Bound me," John now noted the two angry welts around Wallis' wrists, "They fucked my mouth and ass over and over and over..." At this he broke down, knees thudding as they impacting the floor. The Rottweiler wept into his paws, sobbing and heaving, John standing there clenching and unclenching his paws as if he might strike the little druggie.

Dammit!

"Wallis. Wallis!" He kept his voice stern now, but without the whiplash, utterly tearfilled eyes and a snooty nose looked at him. He extended his paw down. "Let us get you cleaned up."

John entered the shower together with the canine, both of them naked. Wallis kept facing him, his tail tugged down. He wasn't hard. The bloody and bruised mess of a cub wasn't something that turned him on in the moment, and besides, he was a bit too old.
Regardless, he could not help but admire the shape of the Rottweiler. Wallis was lanky but growing, something close a sixpack on his stomach, the boy would soon grow to be a tall and fine-looking young man if John had to take a guess.
He washed out the blood, starting with the head, working his way down. He forbid Wallis from interfering, the cub would just scratch at wounds he didn't even know he had. Instead, the skunk's paws worked up and down, gingerly soaping up the cub, pink and frothy bubbles circling the drain when he washed him off.
"Lift your tail Wallis." The skunk instructed, and the Rottweiler's black-furred tail crept up. It had a bend to it now and he wondered if it had been partially broken. He touched it and Wallis yelped and recoiled.
"Easy Wallis, easy, I won't touch it again.." John coaxed, and the canine lifted his tail again.
 
"Fuck."

There was no other proper word. The cub was gaping, his entire rump was a mess of sticky, blood-crusted fur.
"Is it- Is it bad?" The canine whimpered.
"I've never seen worse." John murmured, despite having taken a cub or three hard enough to make them bleed more than a little. He put a fingertip on the bloodied flesh and Wallis jumped away, practically hitting himself against the tiles.
"Alright, easy Wallis. Easy! I'll just use the shower head."
The cub just nodded, put his paws on the tiles as if he was in prison and strutted out his butt.
As the old blood washed away, John licked his lips in appreciation. The cub's buttocks were still taut not yet filling in with maturity. His widely gaping hole had been well broken into, fresh blood spattering to the floor as the old crusts were washed away. The pucker bulged and Wallis whimpered, a splurt of semen ejecting out to circle the drain.
"Wallis, did they all ejaculate inside you?" John asked in as neutral a tone as possible.
"All of them. Some more than once..."
"You know they might have STD's right?"
Wallis hiccup-cried a couple of times before answering in a thin voice. "I always ask my costumers to put on a condom if they want a go at my ass."
"Not very helpful now, is it?"
"No..."
"We'll have to wash it out. The sooner the better."
"With the shower hose?" Wallis looked back over his shoulder.
"Don't have any of those adaptor things. The steel would just scrape your wounds further I think. No," he got up, shutting off the water, rummaging with his cock, "you'll need to let me piss inside you."
The quickness of his arousal surprised him, from soft and jiggly to fully hard in ten seconds. Wallis noticed that.
"You can't stick it in now!" He gestured at the circling blood. "I'm still bleeding John!"
"Just the tip, Wallis, you can get it slick first.."
"By sucking you off??" He sounded angry now, violated.
"That was what I was thinking," the skunk said innocently.
Wallis spat into his paw and rubbed it on the skunk's tip before facing away again.
"Do it!" He spat.

The cub's saliva would be enough for the tip. John's bladder held what felt like a gallon's worth of coffee and he pushed against the torn entrance, Wallis shivering in pain before half the head was even inside.
"I'll not go further." John promised, his hardness struggling against his bladder for the better part of a minute before he released.
Hot, coffee-piss spurted into the cub's ass at high velocity through his torn sphincter. Wallis whimpered as the skunk's urine filled up his abused hole, his stomach gurgling as what seemed like an impossible amount to them both came out John's hard prick.
"Get it out now. Get yourself dried off. Then we'll put some Vaseline on those wounds of yours, some Band-Aids too.."

The skunk opted to dry off outside the restroom, not wanting to be near the cub when he expelled the liquid waste and the many loads that had been shot up his asshole. He heard the splatters, the cub crying and whimpering, and his hardness died down as he finished getting dry, finally cracking open the bottle of beer which was now close to room temperature.
It was almost empty when Wallis staggered out, the cub mechanically walking over to the couch as if he wanted to lie down.
"Keep standing." John commanded, getting up, the tub of Vaseline and the Band-Aids on the table picked up.
He smeared the canine's bruises, his split lips, the "love" bites, the rope chafings. He made him bend over, smearing it all over his sphincter which was still bleeding slightly. He cursed, brought some toilet paper, wiped off blood and smeared more of the goop onto the abused skin until the bleeding stopped. With a pinky he pushed a small amount inside, but Wallis whimpered and complained, so he stopped. The skunk made a mental note to finger him again later, so his internal wounds could be coated properly.
Band-Aids seemed to cover the entirety of the cub's body now, including the needle marks on his lower arms.
John could not stand looking at them.
"Alright, pup, it's been a long night for the both of us. My footpaws are killing me, so is my back. I'm hitting the sack, I think you should too."

They were in the bed. John always slept on his left, and would usually spoon his little fuckbuddies, but Wallis opted to lie opposite, occasionally coughing weakly as his overworked body tried to shut down.
The skunk was almost asleep when he felt paws rummage at his crotch.
"Wallis, not now." He muttered, even though his cock hardened up under the Rottweiler's experienced touch.
"Don't you want me to? You've helped me out a lot right now.." Wallis' voice sounded almost dejected.
"I'm tired Wallis. I helped you because I'm your friend..."
"Okay..."
There was a few dozen seconds of pause.
"I wouldn't say no to a morning blowjob though.."

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Six hours later the alarm started blaring, but John didn't manage to turn it off before something fairly light climbed over him to do it for him. He felt a hot breath on his crotch soon after, and his member was then enveloped by the teen's warm maw.
"You've gotten so good at this.." He murmured sleepily, putting a paw on the young canine's skull, pushing him down to the root, which he managed without gagging.
"So good... You can stick around if you'd like!"
Wallis just murred and glk!'d as he throated the pudgy skunk. John looked through bleary eyes, the cub's ass right next to his head, black tail wagging slowly. It was a good-looking butt, even if Wallis was a bit too old for his tastes. He groaned in pleasure as the deepthroating intensified.

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