Sydney heard his footsteps, small thunders that silenced the house. A part of him wanted to roll his eyes and even snark back, but he was fucking terrified. As the door opened, his body stilled, every tendon strained for what was to come. "What are you doing?" his father asked, strangely stoic. "N-ntothing!" Sydney blurted. Honest, he wasn't doing anything. Not that it would have mattered, his parents found the slighest of reasons to slap him in the face. "Why re you naked?" Naked? "Your temple garment?" father said, anger creeping into his voice like a weasel out of a burrow, "You're wearing red boxers?" Oh. Flynn had given them to Sydney. Sydney was constantly complaining about the heat, so Flynn smuggled him red boxers with white rocketships on them. He cooed that Flyn was just trying to sexy him up, but he was truly thankful for his best friend. Someone who actually cared about his well being, unlike his parents. "It-it's too hot, dad!" Sydney whimpered, "I'm gonna get sweaty, and you don't like it when-" His father stepped closer to him, kneeling on the bed. There was a strange wildness to his otherwise sky colored eyes, not angry but just as terrifying. Sydney had been laying on his belly, playing a Nomekop game Chase had allowed him to borrow in a rare show of affection, ideal for quickly hiding it under his pillow before his father noticed it. Unfortunately, it also meant he was essentially begging for a spanking. "P-please, dad..." Sydney cried, tears beginning to well in his eyes. Father kept still. He sniffed the air, and his attention was drawn to Sydney's ass. Softly, a hand reached to cup the cheeks, now tensing as they expected slaps. Instead, the hand groped the nine year old's ass, massaging each softly. At some point, the hand went underneath the fabric, massaging the fur directly. Sydney did not know what quite to make of this. He had a vague notion of what sex was, some of the mechanics explained by Flynn, Chase and Leo, and PSAs on the tv mentioned that you shouldn't let adults touch you in "bad places". Was the ass a bad place? Was it okay if his father did it? It also felt kind of nice, his muscles relaxed and his face flushed. He was confused and scared, since he knew any resistance would be met with retaliation. His father raised his underwear with the back of his hand and used his fingers to spread the cheecks, exposing Sydney's young and small and perfectly virginal pink hole. "Faggot" father scoffed, before getting out of the bed and leaving the room. This didn't ease Sydney's confusion any less, but he decided to resume playing now that his father had closed the door. *** The next day Sydney was forced to go with his father on their usual hunting trips. It was early the morning and Sydney still felt very sleepy, energised only occasionally by hs father's yelling. He put on his hunting shirt and his parka and got in the truck. They drove before the sun was fully out, the desert air as cold as Alaska despiste day time heat, but the inside of the truck heated up to uncomfortable levels, prompting Sydney to put his parka aside. They stoped at their usual stop, a rare forested area in Echo, but his father didn't open the door. "Dad?" Sydney asked, in a mixture of fear and annoyance. His father sighed, as if contemplating something, then unzipped his zipper. "D-dad??" Between the gray of his father's pants was now his erect cock. It wasn't particularly long, but it was proportionally very thick, a large head pressed tightly against the shaft, forming a cigar shape with a blunt end. "Suck it" he commanded hoarsely. "W-what?" Sydney asked, subtly trying to open his door. Frustrated, his father grabbed his arm and put Sydney's hand on his shaft, the small fingers instinctively grasping it. They could barely span the entire width, but the older otter used that to his advantage, moving the tight hand up and down, coaxing a moan out of his throat. "D-dad stop!" Sydney cried, tears streaming down his face. For his troubles his father grabbe dhis nape and slowly lowered his head until his snout was just above the now precumming cock. "SUCK IT!" he roared. Sydney closed his eyes and nodded, and as the paw released his neck he gave a tentative lick to the glands. It had a pungent, intense musk with a slightly sweet flavor, punctuated by saltiness from the pre and sweat and a bitterness from tiny urine remnants. Sydney knew he could he grossed out, and part of him was, but the musk and precum had a pleasant flavor, making his heart beat faster and blood rush to his young pecker. He gave several other licks, mostly on the glands and foreskin. "Use plenty of saliva" his father groaned, "It's gonna go up your ass." Sydney shuddered, but didn't respond. He gave broader licks across the whole member: in the head, shaft, even down to the base where his muzzle touched the enormous balls. He then did as his father told him and began to suck on the penis head, eliciting a moan from him. His friends often talked about blowjobs in jest and Flynn even demonstrated on empty air, so Sydney had an understanding that they were supposed to make you feel good and that he should use his tongue and lips to conceal his teeth. Although he still felt grossed out, the flavor had grown on him, his own underwear now tenting. Occasionally he stopped to lick at the piss slit, scooping up precum, before continuing to suck. Maybe this isn't so bad after all- His father groaned, and pushed his face forward, face fucking him. It were only three thrusts, each a punch as Sydney's struggle with his gag reflex. Fluids spew everywhere, and he almost felt like drowning. As his father withrew his penis, tons of saliva, pre and tears flowed down into his cock, the cub coucghing and sniffing as whatever good mood he was on crashed down. It wouldn't be his father otherwise, after all. His father opened his door and dragged Sydney outside by his arm. The boy barely noticed what was going on his his coucghing fits when he was thrown into the truck hood, tail instinctively raising. "I knew you were a faggot" his father said cruelly, before his paws unbuttoned Sydney's pants and let them fall off. "...please.. dad" Sydney pleaded, still coughing, when a ball made from his underwear was shoved into his mouth. Sydney's dad stumbled a little as he balanced himself and angled his cock, but inevitably he was able to align his heavy bell unto Sydney's back and his wet cock into yhe pink little ring. Without further ado, he began thrusting, the well lubed shaft able to enter his son in a single thrust. Sydney tried to scream, bithing into his underwear gag, and tried to claw away, but his father merely tied his son's hands behind his back and beneath the adult's belly. Now, the cub was ready for the ride of his lifetime. Savouring the tightness of his son's hole, Mr Bronson quicksly sped up, giving several short thrusts. The shaft barely left the confines of Sydney's stretched anus, fitting right like a glove. For Sydney, however, it was more like an iron rod, the combined body heat, stretching and friction making his ass feel as though it was being burned. He struggled against his bonds, but his feather's weight and gag prevented him from doing anything. He was helpless as the oppressive heat spread throught his body, not even able to cry ro release it. Mr. Bronson pounded his son for hours. Weeks of pent up sexual energy were finally being scratched, his face even dared to smile as the pleasure built up. Sydney's ass was impossibly sore, and though he felt some pleasure he just wanted to go home, anywhere away from this. Eventually, all good things come to an end, and so Mr Bronson withrew from Sydney's ass, leaving it gaping widely. Though he enjoyed the view, time was running short, and he got his son off the hood and tore out the gag. "Open your mouth!" Sydney barely had energy to protest as his father shoved his cock on his muzzle, rope after rope of the thickest cum flood the child's mouth. "Swallow it or I'll beat your ass!" With some effort, Sydney gulped the seed, though some drop still dribbled down his chin. One even stained his shirt, as if it wasn't corrupted enough already. After what felt like an eternity, his father looked down at him, relieved. He saw what seemed to be something akin to pride, but no sympathy or love whatsoever. "I'll let you rest for now" he said, before going inside the truck.