The burly, black-furred rat blended in almost perfectly with the murky shadows surrounding him—only the cherry red glow at the end of his cigarette and the stale yet faintly minty smell of nicotine and menthol would have alerted a passerby that there was someone sitting on the hidden stoop in the dank and dimly-lit alleyway. Shirtless and clad in only his ripped and stained jeans, Rayvik sat on the sturdy crate beneath the fire escape, concealed in the dark as he waited and watched. He listened to the rain tapping on the metal steps above him, while more water gurgled in the downspout bolted to the brick wall next to him, and large, heavy raindrops pitter-pattered on the cracked asphalt. A few cars zoomed by on the street at the far end of the alley, and he heard thumping music playing in the building behind him. Thunder rolled through the sky—the storm had been brewing all day, and the clouds had finally opened a couple hours after Rayvik had sat down for his stake-out, but a little shower like this wasn’t going to deter him from finding some fun tonight. He had his hunting grounds around town, but for the 40 year-old rat, there was no place better for fresh meat than the Kenhook Street alley. True, it was in the sketchier Parkside neighborhood, but the area still saw enough foot traffic to practically guarantee Rayvik at least one or two opportunities for getting his rocks off, even on a rainy night like this. Some hapless and helpless prey (a lost tourist, more often than not) would accidentally wander off the beaten path, or a local might stupidly think that they could simply use the alley as a shortcut, not even considering the hidden danger that lurked just out of sight…and that would be the last mistake they ever made, thanks to Rayvik. Although things were taking longer than usual tonight. Ordinarily, Rayvik would’ve snatched somebody up and finished hunting by 8 at the latest, but a quick glance at his wristwatch showed that it was already close to 10. He could probably thank the rain for the delay. The rat grumbled to himself and adjusted the bulge in his crotch. He was pent up, frustrated, impatient. The last time he’d unloaded his nuts in a tight little cunt was some scared-out-of-his-mind fox, and that had been a whole week ago. Of course, Rayvik was careful to spread out his hunts so he didn’t create too much of a pattern for the cops to follow, but a week was too long to wait—his fat, aching balls were getting backed up, and his hefty semi was already pressing against the inside of his jeans in anticipation of a good fuck. On top of all that, his stomach was growling. He’d been fasting all day just so he could properly enjoy himself tonight, and he was famished…but Rayvik contented himself by taking another drag of his cigarette. He’d get what he wanted, sooner or later, it would just be a matter of time. The rain kept coming down at a sedate pace, definitely not a downpour but more than a drizzle. Cars continued driving by, and every now and then Rayvik would catch a few snatches of conversation from people walking past the alley entrance, either huddled together under umbrellas or walking quickly with the hoods of their raincoats covering their heads. All the while, he maintained a vigilant watch, his keen and perceptive eyes flicking from one end of the alley to the other. He didn’t move from his spot under the fire escape, and even though his posture was relaxed, the husky rat was on high alert, waiting, watching, ready to move at a moment’s notice. He waited…and waited… And then… At last, Rayvik’s large ears swiveled towards the footsteps softly padding along from the lane’s east end—his gaze locked onto the short, slim figure approaching from the Silverthorn Boulevard entrance of the alley. In the dim light, the rat could tell that his target was a dog with a lithe frame. The canine couldn’t have been more than 13 years old, he had that scrawny and gangly look of adolescence, just at the beginning of puberty. He sported a baseball cap on his head, and while his rain jacket made it difficult to tell exactly how slender of a silhouette he had, the dog’s tight, form-fitting jogging pants clung to his willowy and youthful legs. Immediately, Rayvik sat up and his heart thumped in his chest—young and supple was just his type, and his mouth began to water while his dick stiffened further in his jeans. However, what caught the rat’s attention more was the glow of the cell phone that the dog held in his hand—judging by his plodding gait and how his head was tilted down to look at the screen, it was clear to see that the boy was distracted. The rat smirked to himself. Easy pickings. Rayvik waited for the deer to come closer, intently watching every step the boy took. The young canine, still staring down at his phone, passed by the trash bins about 50 feet away—as the boy approached in the gloomy light, Rayvik saw the telltale black spots on white fur, and he licked his lips at the sight of the cute little Dalmatian coming his way. Then the dog was by the dumpster and fire doors 30 feet away…and just as the Dalmatian drew near to the first steps of the fire escape 10 feet away, the rat got to his feet. With his hands in his pockets, Rayvik lazily swaggered through the shadows to intercept his target. Heavy and broad as his paws were, they didn’t make a sound on the wet asphalt, and he stealthily and silently padded closer…and closer…until… “Evenin’, bud,” Rayvik rumbled with a grin as he stepped into the boy’s path. “Whuh—oh!” The startled young Dalmatian halted in his tracks as he wildly looked up from his phone and found himself confronted with the imposing rat who had seemed to appear out of nowhere. Raindrops dripped from the brim of his cap, and his large eyes were wide as he stared at Rayvik dumbstruck for a moment…before he managed to recover. “I—s-sorry, Mister, I-I didn’t see you there! Th-think I took a wrong turn and—” “Got lost?” Rayvik finished. He casually rested one meaty hand on his hip while he used his other large mitt to take another drag of his cigarette. “Heh, no worries, kid—this alley’s as good a place to get lost as any other. It’s where all the interestin’ things happen, right?” The rat gruffly chuckled and his long, whip-like tail swished idly behind him. As more rain water dripped over his bare chest, he leaned forward, his thick, muscular frame casting even more of a shadow on the young Dalmatian—through the aroma of rain-soaked concrete, trash, and his own lit cigarette, Rayvik could pick out the deliciously sweet scent of the dog. The boy smelled of sandalwood, sweat, youthful sweat…and fear, a combination that got the rat’s blood pumping even faster and hotter. The Dalmatian subconsciously leaned back as Rayvik invaded his personal space, and he gulped, obviously intimidated by the bulky and shirtless rat who stood at least two and a half feet taller than himself. Even in the dim light, he could see the predatory gleam in the burly rodent’s eyes, and his ears automatically folded back. “I-I…guess so…I…l-look, I don’t want any…um…trouble…” “Trouble?” Rayvik snickered. “Heh, there doesn’t have to be any trouble at all…if you do what I tell you.” The Dalmatian hesitated, then meekly ventured, “Uuhmm…do…do I have to?” The hulking rat shrugged and sighed theatrically. “Well, this isn’t the safest part of town…and a youngster like you wanderin’ alone around here? Who knows what could happen to you?” Rayvik then flicked his cigarette away and leered menacingly at the vulnerable young Dalmatian. His hands clenched, eager to feel the warmth of the boy’s trembling body, then relaxed. “Unless you want to find out for yourself?” The boy gulped…then took his chance to scramble and bolt back the way he came, back to safety. “Ah—oof!” The Dalmatian gasped and grunted; fast as lightning, Rayvik had grabbed his arm and yanked him hard, hindering his escape before he could get away. The boy faltered and stumbled enough for the rat to quickly grab his other arm. The dog’s ball cap fell from his head, Rayvik jerked him so quickly; his phone also spilled out of his hand, and it clattered to the wet ground as the rat pinned both of his limbs by his sides. The next thing the kid knew, he was trapped in his assailant’s iron grip with the rodent staring him in the eye. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” the rat said mockingly. “You’re mine now, pup.” “Ah! No! Get the fuck off of me!” The Dalmatian struggled and kicked—his paw connected with Rayvik’s shin, though the rodent hardly even flinched. “Oh! Hehe, got some fightin’ spirit, huh? Cute, boy, but you’re not gettin’ away that easy,” Rayvik chuckled. “Come…on! Let go of me, Mister!” the Dalmatian yelped. “I—hooooooo!” The boy immediately folded with a loud and pained howl when Rayvik swung his knee up into his balls to subdue him. “Aaaaaargh!” “Now, are you gonna calm down or do we have to do this the hard way?” Rayvik said. The Dalmatian moaned and whimpered—surprised and in pain, any bravado he had was now gone. “P-please! Let me go! I’ll do anything you want, just stop!” Rayvik snickered. “Anything I want, huh?” The rat turned with his catch in tow and marched him over to the stoop beneath the fire escape stairs. Rayvik slammed the boy’s back against the grimy brick wall and sneered in the young Dalamatian’s face. “Oof!” The canine grunted again as the wind was knocked out of him and his head hit the wall. “Lemme tell you what I want you to do for me, pup. I want you to scream for mercy like a bitch,” Rayvik huffed lustfully. The Dalmatian trembled in his hands, and the boy’s eyes were wide and fearful—Rayvik could only imagine how rapidly the pup’s heart was pounding. It was almost adorable how scared he was, and the rat wanted more. “I want you screamin’ as loud as you can, and I’m gonna break your cute lil’ puppy ass while I rape you. And I’m not gonna let you go for a second.” “I—whuh…no, p-please, please! D-don’t do it!” the Dalmatian begged, his voice getting higher with panic. He struggled and kicked with his legs again, but Rayvik’s strength was overwhelming—the boy wasn’t going anywhere. “Please, I just wanna go home!” “Home, huh?" Rayvik tilted his head to the side, as if considering the dog’s plea. “But what’s waitin’ for you there that’s so much better than what you could be doin’ here with me? Huh? You’re gonna be all alone there, bored out of your mind…or you could be havin’ some real fun right here and now.” Rayvik’s eyes roved over the Dalmatian, looking him up and down hungrily—now that he was up close with the boy, he could see the way his shirt beneath his jacket clung to his lean, youthful, and vulnerable form. He eyed the kid’s beautiful, slender neck and the cute spots on his white fur, and then glanced down at his waist and legs before meeting the pup’s frightened gaze again. And as he fully took in the sight of the terrified and quivering canine, Rayvik realized that he’d initially overestimated the Dalmatian’s age—the boy had to be 11 or 12 at the oldest. The rat grinned, hardly believing his luck at snagging such a young cub so late at night. The boy had probably snuck out to meet up with a friend without his parents noticing…all the better for Rayvik. “Cute lil’ fuckmeat like you, you were born for real men to breed. You ever take a dick before, pup?” the rat grunted. Petrified, the Dalmatian could only squeak and shake his head. “Heh, that’s gonna change tonight. Your body’s just achin’ to get fucked, too…look at you, so weak and helpless and ripe for the takin’—can’t wait to get into that tight lil’ boy cunt ‘n pop your cherry,” the rat growled wickedly. “N-no! No! I…p-please, let me go! I won’t tell anyone, I won’t tell my parents or anything, I swear!” the Dalmatian insisted in a terrified rush. “Just let me go and I’ll never—aaghhck!” The boy was able to get out a strangled yelp that died in a wheeze when Rayvik’s large paw grabbed his throat, choking him and keeping him pinned to the wall. He struggled to pry the rat’s meathook off of his neck, but the young Dalmatian was outmatched by Ravik’s strength—the rodent’s tightly clenched fingers were locked in place and Rayvik’s broad palm bore down hard on the pup’s windpipe. “Ack! Hlk! Ngh, p-pleeease!” the Dalmatian rasped desperately. Rayvik smirked as he leaned in close, ignoring the boy’s feeble thrashing—the tip of his snout was a mere millimeter away from the end of the dog’s muzzle, and his nostrils flared as he sniffed deeply…then sighed lustfully. “Mmm, you smell good…nice n’ tender…” The Dalmatian’s lips quivered, and the rat closed the distance when he leaned in even closer and licked the boy’s right cheek. The pup tried to twist his head away and groaned in revulsion, but there was no avoiding the thick, wet tongue that dragged across his fur and the big rat’s fetid smoker breath. Rayvik moaned softly while he indulgently slurped the side of the trapped boy’s face—he tasted the savory notes of fear and adrenaline mixed with sweat, the sweet musk of youth, and rain, and his mouth watered in earnest. “Uuugh, taste real good, too.” Rayvik licked his lips. “I’m gonna enjoy this,” he added with a devious chuckle. “Ah…p-please…” “Now, let’s see what we got here,” Rayvik murmured, paying no mind to the Dalmatian’s futile begging. With his free hand, he dexterously unfastened the drawstring knot holding up the boy’s tight athletic pants. “Don’t need these,” the rat growled just before he swiped with his sharp claws. He ripped through the thin, body-hugging nylon, and the sound of tearing fabric mixed with the pitter-pattering of rain as Rayvik casually shredded the Dalmatian’s loosened joggers. While the gasping, choking boy continued pushing at his assailant’s hand on his throat, the rat tugged the scraps away from the Dalmatian’s thighs, eager to expose what lay beneath: a pair of white briefs, complete with a small bulge in the boy’s groin. “Mmm, cute…but don’t need these, either,” Rayvik rumbled before he easily clawed off the Dalmatian’s underwear. In a matter of seconds, the youngster’s sheath and small, plump testicles were laid bare. “Heh, jackpot!” Even in the shadowy gloom of the alley’s dim light, the rat saw the red, pointed tip of the boy’s cock poking out of the rim of his sheath, and Rayvik guessed that the little Dalmatian couldn’t have more than four inches to his name when he was hard. The kid was just starting puberty and if he hadn’t come down the alley tonight, there still would have been time for his dick to grow…but there was no chance of that happening now that Rayvik had caught him. “Mmm, that’s adorable,” the rat snickered. “N-no! Stop! Ack! Hlk! J-just…stop! Pleeeeease!” the Dalmatian wheezed, hardly able to draw breath. Rayvik leaned in again, this time pressing his body close against the boy and using his own heft to force the boy to stop struggling. “Shut up n’ just enjoy the ride, pup,” he growled, grinding his hips against the kid’s pelvis. His jeans and the solid bulge within them rubbed roughly yet sensually on the boy’s crotch, creating enough stimulating friction to make the Dalmatian’s cock stir and stiffen in his sheath. “There it is, I feel that lil’ pecker gettin’ hard…just can’t stop yourself from poppin’ a boner for me, huh?” “Ah! N-no! I—hlk!” “You know you want this, deep down,” Rayvik went on. He kept lewdly grinding on the boy and grunting in his ear, his every word dripping with untempered desire. “That’s why you came down this alley—you weren’t fuckin’ lost. You wanted to get a little thrill, feel what it’s like to be in danger. You wanted someone to rough you up and take you for a ride while you’re squealin’ for your life…well, here I am…so just give up, and I’ll make this good for you.” “P-please…don’t,” the Dalmatian whimpered while his small erection rose out of his sheath and grew against Rayvik’s trapped (and significantly larger) cock. “Like you said, you didn’t want any trouble, right?” the rat huskily crooned. His warm, heavy breath puffed seductively in the dog’s ear; Rayvik tightened his grip on the boy’s throat, prompting another strained gasp from his prey. He could feel the canine’s pulse racing beneath his hand on his neck, and Rayvik went on gyrating his hips, grinding on the Dalmatian’s crotch with his own stiff member in his jeans. “There’s only gonna be trouble if you fight me…so, let me do my thing, and I’ll make it quick for you. Get it?” The Dalmatian wheezed—his cock, now at full mast, flexed involuntarily while Rayvik kept thrusting his hips forward. “B-but… “You want to resist, but your body knows who's in charge," Rayvik asserted. His eyes locked onto the Dalmatian’s, challenging the boy to submit. "Let go, kid. You're going to be mine, whether you like it or not." The Dalmatian whimpered again…then yielded at last. He still trembled and shook with fear, but he lowered his hands from Rayvik’s paw on his throat, and he wasn’t tensed up for a fight anymore. “Atta boy…now, let’s get these off of you,” Rayvik grunted. He eased up on his chokehold, still gripping the boy’s neck to maintain control without cutting off his air supply completely. Rayvik then stepped back just enough to lift his free hand again…and he roughly yanked off the defeated Dalmatian’s jacket and tossed it away. He then dragged his claws through the front of the boy’s shirt, ripping it right down the middle and making the ruined garment hang open loosely from the pup’s slender torso. “Mmm, real cute,” Rayvik observed lustfully as he pulled the shredded shirt away to reveal the Dalmatian white and black-spotted chest and stomach. Twinky and youthful as the boy was, he was already starting to develop just a little bit of muscle tone, certainly not enough to turn head, but enough to create some alluring definition to draw appreciative eyes. The rat then used his free hand to pinch the boy’s left nipple—it had already begun to stiffen in the mildly chilly night air, and the perky and sensitive nub got even harder between Rayvik’s fingers while the Dalmatian whimpered and flinched. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Rayvik growled. The Dalmatian stood there against the wall, trembling and scared, as Rayvik twisted his nipple back and forth between his thick fingers. With his clothes lying on the cold, wet ground, the shivering Dalmatian was completely naked, and he fearfully gazed up at the burly rat, who had bared his teeth in a grin that promised nothing but pain and pleasure. Rayvik pinched the rigid little raisin harder. “Mmmf! Ah…” the boy gasped, and his cock involuntarily flexed against Rayvik’s crotch. “Heh, that’s what I thought,” the rat smugly chuckled. “P-please…pleeeease stop,” the Dalmatian breathed in a plaintive whisper. “Heh, I haven’t even gotten started yet, kid,” Rayvik growled. He then released both the Dalmatian’s nipple and throat before quickly taking the boy’s head in both hands. “You should be happy about this…you get to be on your knees in front of a real man like a good slut.” With that, Rayvik began to push down hard, hard enough to make the Dalmatian’s knees buckle and fold. “Oof!” The Dalmatian grunted as the rat forced him to the ground by his head, and the next thing the boy knew, he was face-to-face with the prominent tent in Rayvik’s stained and well-worn jeans. “Get me outta these, pup,” Rayvik urged with a rumble, shaking his hips to draw the Dalmatian’s attention to his pants. The boy gulped nervously, but it was obvious he couldn’t refuse the rat’s order. He raised his hands and reached under the overhang of Rayvik’s keg-like gut. With shaky fingers, he first unbuckled Rayvik’s thick belt…then unfastened the button holding his waistband closed…before he unzipped the rodent’s large fly. “Doin’ good, pup, keep goin’,” Rayvik muttered. The Dalmatian tugged open the top of Rayvik’s jeans, freeing the upper part of the rat’s groin. Pungent, sour musk and body odor wafted across the Dalmatian’s nose, and he grimaced at the heady aroma of the rat’s partially-exposed crotch—it was obvious that Rayvik hadn’t showered in at least five days, and he was smelling ripe. But the Dalmatian kept going; he gripped the sides of Rayvik’s jeans and tugged, shuffling the heavy denim down along the rat’s thick and beefy thighs… “Aw, yuck!” the Dalmatian exclaimed, revolted. “Mmf! Yeah, there we go. You like that?” Rayvik chuckled arrogantly when his cock sprang free from the confines of his pants at last. His member pointed directly at the Dalmatian’s muzzle—at just under nine inches long and thick as a beer can, Rayvik’s stiff erection throbbed with his arousal. His cockhead was still covered by his foreskin, save for the opening that encircled the tip of his blunt, dome-shaped glans and his meatus, which stared the Dalmatian squarely in the eye. The rat’s balls were a hefty set of black-furred kiwis, plump and hanging low between Rayvik’s inner thighs. And now that his nuts were fully exposed to the open air, the older male’s ripe musk didn’t just waft across the Dalmatian’s nose—it flooded the boy’s nostrils, filling them with the strong (and almost eye-watering) stink of the rat’s potent masculinity. “Aw, gross!” The Dalmatian recoiled in disgust at the odor while Rayvik’s pants fell under their own weight into a heap around the rat’s ankles. “Yeah, that’s all for you, kid,” Rayvik teased as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. Now as naked as the Dalmatian, the rat wagged his hips again, making his cock sway back and forth in front of the boy’s face. “Take it all in—I’m puttin’ that fat hog in you tonight.” The Dalmatian was still trembling with fear, but he shook his head. “Nuh-uh, no way—no way!” Rayvik only laughed at that. “Haha! Bitch, I said I’m puttin’ it in you—I’m not askin’ for your opinion here.” But the Dalmatian wasn’t having it. “Please don’t! Don’t make—glomf! Gluunngh!” Whatever other protest the dog was going to say was cut off when Rayvik quickly pulled on the boy’s head and dragged the youngster’s lips over his cock. The Dalmatian gagged and spluttered as his jaw stretched painfully to accommodate the rat’s fat member, which filled his mouth and pushed towards his throat; Rayvik grunted in satisfaction when the boy’s tongue inadvertently slipped into his foreskin. The Dalmatian started squirming while he was still on his knees, trying to get out of Rayvik’s grip, but the rat held his head steady…and pulled the boy’s nose even closer to his crotch. “Mmmgh! Glmmmngh!” The Dalmatian huffed around the cock in his muzzle and began furiously but futilely pushing and beating his fists on the thickset rat’s thighs and stomach. “Ah-ah—hey! I thought you were gonna cooperate here!” Rayvik snarled dangerously even though he was hardly phased by the boy’s useless struggles. “Not that I mind you gagging on my dick—it feels pretty fuckin’ good. But if you keep goin’ like this, I’m gonna choke you on it.” To emphasize his point, Rayvik yanked on the Dalmatian’s head and hauled him forward enough for the boy’s quivering lips to meet his crotch, his nose to press into his groin, and his forehead to push against the overhang of his stomach. The young dog spluttered more frantically now that Rayvik’s cock was in his throat, pushing on his gag reflex and blocking off his air supply. “Mmmf! And if I feel teeth, I’m gonna snap your fuckin’ neck,” the rat growled threateningly. “So what’s it gonna be, pup?” “Glmmngh! Glkmmmph…mmm! Mmm!” The Dalmatian, running low on oxygen and overpowered by fear, quickly tapped Rayvik’s thigh, a sign that he yielded. The rat held the Dalmatian’s head where it was for a moment longer, prolonging the boy’s suffering…before finally relenting and drawing back. Rayvik pulled the pup far enough so only half of his cock was still in the youngster’s muzzle, and the boy gratefully sucked in a lungful of air through his nose, catching his breath. “Alright…now start suckin’,” Rayvik commanded just before he began pulling the boy’s head back and forth on his cock. “Mmm! Gllkmngh! Mmm…glk, glk, glk, glk…” The Dalmatian grunted in protest as he was forced to bob his head up and down, but Rayvik didn’t need much time to get him settled in a methodical rhythm. And reluctant though he was, the boy couldn’t help but start naturally suckling on the thick, turgid slab of meat in his mouth. “Yeah, get my dick nice n’ wet, pup,” Rayvik rumbled, pleased. The rat could feel the vacuum pressure of the boy’s sucking mouth, throat, and lips, the swirling and swiping motions of his tongue, and the soft compression of the youngster’s jaws (with his teeth protected by his lips curled over them). “Mmm, there we go…man, you’re a natural lil’ cocksucker.” “Mmmngh…glk, glk, glk, glk, glk…glmmmph…” “That’s the way, just keep nursin’ on it like that,” Rayvik snickered as he dragged the Dalmatian’s mouth back and forth along his length. The boy’s tongue circled around the tip of his member and slipped in and out of his foreskin—the dog gagged softly at the taste, but Rayvik chuckled. “Oooh yeah, keep usin’ your tongue like that…get right in the foreskin n’ polish my head…” “Glk, glk, glk, glk, glk, glk…” Rayvik grunted happily at the wet sounds of his thick cock pumping in and out of the Dalmatian’s muzzle, and he savored the feeling of the boy’s warm breath puffing on his crotch. The Dalmatian, defeated and still frightened for his life, let the rat guide his head back and forth, back and forth—his lips glided smoothly over the musky, buttery skin, lubricated with his own saliva. And then… “Glk! Glmmph!” The dog spluttered and choked when Rayvik pulled his head forward again, forcing his lips to meet his crotch while the rat’s long, fat cock plunged into his throat. “Nnngh…fuckin’ tiiiiiight lil’ gullet, too…aaaw yeah, keep swallowin’ like that, fluff me up some more!” Rayvik gruffly said as the boy gulped around his dick. “Shit, you’re makin’ me so hard, kid.” The Damatian’s esophagus convulsed involuntarily as he struggled to accommodate the girthy member he’d been forced to take—it was like being fed a solid steel pole, and Rayvik’s cock flexed hard every time the boy gulped without meaning to. The kid couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get a single gasp of air to his lungs; he was drooling like a loose fire hydrant and he felt like he was on the verge of puking… “Yeah!” Rayvik huffed when he pulled the Dalmatian backwards again. The boy coughed and gasped and tears had begun to well up in the corners of his eyes, but the rat couldn’t care less—Rayvik simply resumed dragging his head back and forth along his member, keeping up the same steady pace he’d been in before. “Fuck, that’s good…that tongue’s like velvet,” the rat mused, gazing down at the Dalmatian muzzle wrapped around his cock. “Better use more spit, kid—I don’t have any lube.” The Dalmatian gazed up at him, his alarmed eyes wide. “Glmmph?” The rat snickered. “Unless you want me to fuck your ass dry? It’s gonna hurt…” “Mmm! Glmmph! Glk, glk, glk, glk, glk…” In a panic, the Dalmatian worked his jaw, coaxing out as much spit as he could produce; his sucking sounds became even wetter and sloppier as he actively coated Rayvik’s cock with saliva. Drool freely dribbled from between the boy’s lips, running along the underside of the rat’s hot, throbbing member and dripping down on the dog’s chin. “Yeah, that’s more like it…you’re a good lil’ piece of fuckmeat, gettin’ me so hard and lubed up,” Rayvik said praisingly. He chuckled as he continued using the Dalmatian’s muzzle like a fleshlight, teasing himself—his erect cock throbbed almost painfully and his aching balls were churning. If he hadn’t waited so long since his last hunt, the rat would have taken his time with the boy. But Rayvik’s nuts were threatening to burst already from how much sperm they had in them—he was hornier than ever, and he wasn’t in the mood to delay the inevitable any more now. He’d waited long enough. “Mmm, I think we’re ready for the main event…” The Dalmatian pleadingly looked up at the rat again and whimpered around the thick column in his mouth—however, as frightened as he was, the boy’s own erection hadn’t softened one bit. In fact, throughout his experience of involuntarily blowing Rayvik, the Dalmatian’s four-inch stiffy had sporadically twitched and throbbed, his arousal firm and pounding hotly in defiance of his shame, anger, fear, and disgust. As much as he desperately wanted to be anywhere but this dirty, dank alley with Rayvik, the boy’s body was betraying him. “Heh, lookin’ at me with those big ol’ puppy dog eyes just makes me wanna fuck you harder,” Rayvik snickered before he roughly pushed the boy backward. “Gluh! Oof!” The Dalmatian grunted when Rayvik’s cock wetly popped out of his mouth and he tumbled back on the ground—the rat had pushed him hard enough for him to land belly-up with his legs inadvertently spread. “P-puh-please! Don’t hurt me! I don’t want—” “Like I give a shit about what you want,” Rayvik chuckled as he got down on his knees. He scooted in close between the stunned and scared boy’s thighs, and with a predatory rumble, he continued, “It’s all about what I want. And what I want is to use you like the lil’ bitch you are.” “No…no, no-no-no-nooooo,” the Dalmatian moaned as he started scrambling and hauling himself backwards, away from Rayvik. But the rat was too quick for him—Rayvik lunged forward and grabbed the Dalmatian’s hips. The boy squirmed and struggled, but the huge rat reeled him in like a pro fisherman. “Let me go! Let me go!” the Dalmatian cried, desperately trying and failing to hold onto anything he could catch with his fingers for leverage. “Oh, I don’t think I’m gonna do that anytime soon—c’mere!” Rayvik growled as he pulled the boy in closer…all the way until the Dalmatian’s taint met the tip of his cock. With another grunt, the rat expertly pushed the pup’s legs up, effectively folding the boy in half and exposing his ass; Rayvik then rolled his hips forward so his cockhead kissed the tightly clenched pucker of the young boy’s back door. The Dalmatian jolted when the fat, blunt dome of Rayvik’s cockhead met the rim of his asshole. “No! No—please!” Rayvik snickered. “Hehe, yeah, you feel that, kid?” The rat pushed harder with his hips; his girthy, hotly throbbing cock, slick with the Dalmatian’s saliva and his own precum, pressed insistently on the kid’s tense anus. Rayvik’s taut foreskin slipped back with the motion, allowing his sensitive glans to make direct contact with the canine’s wrinkled and soft skin. The youngster squeaked in panic. “Y-you’re too big! You’re not gonna—” “I’ll make it fit,” Rayvik said over the Dalmatian’s protests. “You’re gonna scream, but that’s all part of the plan, pup…I told you…” Rayvik started to push with his pelvis, forcing his cock against the closed orifice. The boy strained to keep his ass shut, but the rat could feel the soft and supple flesh begin to yield as he put more pressure on it. He then drew back. “I’m puttin’ this dick in you! Hnf!” With a loud huff and a powerful thrust, Rayvik shoved his cock into the Dalmatian’s ass, barreling past the tight ring of the canine’s sphincter like a battering ram through a compact doughnut. “AAAAAAAAAHH!” The Dalmatian shrieked when the rat impaled him on his dick; as much as he was still trying to clench, there was no preventing Rayvik from sinking inch after inch of thick meat into him, and the boy spasmed and shouted in pain as his innards were forcefully spread apart. Even though the Dalmatian had slathered Rayvik’s member spit, the thin fluid still clinging to the rat’s cock did next to nothing to make his entrance smoother; the youngster’s ass felt like it was going to tear from the friction of the Rayvik’s hefty dick grinding against his tender and straining inner tissues, and he kept on screaming in pain. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” “Aaaw yeah, that’s it! FUCK! You got a fuckin’ TIGHT lil’ cunt!” Rayvik yelled in pleasure as he hilted himself in the Dalmatian. Every fold and ridge of the boy’s rectum that slid against the sensitive skin of his cock sent shivers up the rat’s spine. And when the boy’s ass made contact with his groin, Rayvik gyrated his hips and flexed his member inside the sheath of the Dalmatian’s ass. “Shit, that’s some gooooooood virgin ass!” “Aaaaah! Pull it out! Pull it out! Aaaah, it hurts! PLEASE! IT HUUUURTS!” “Hehe, yeah, howl it out for me, pup!” Rayvik couldn’t help but sadistically laugh as he kept grinding into the boy’s ass. “You’re takin’ me balls deep…man, you were born to be a lil’ cocksleeve!” “Aaaaaah! Stop! Please! PLEASE! OWOWOWOWOOOOOOWWW!” The Dalmatian wailed and more tears trickled along his cheeks. Even though his vision was blurred from crying, the boy could still see the rat’s crazed and wicked grin as Rayvik loomed over him with his paws resting against his shoulders. The burly rat’s hands were planted on the ground on either side of the Dalmatian’s head, caging in the boy with his beefy forearms. The youngster’s back ached already from being folded so tightly under the huge and heavy rodent, and his stomach heaved, he was so upset. But as traumatic and horrifying as it was to have his body defiled like this…the Dalmatian’s cock was still erect. It twitched and throbbed, and his cherry-sized knot had already begun to form while Rayvik was pressing on his prostate. “Shiiiiit, you’ve got an ass like silk—so fuckin’ good! Got me some prime lil’ fuckmeat!” Rayvik grunted in reply, leering in the Dalmatian’s face. His cock was stiffer than ever now that it was buried in the hot, wet confines of the quivering boy’s ass. Rayvik could feel the Dalmatian’s panicked heartbeat in the snug and pounding flesh that gripped him hard enough to crush a can. The rat grunted indulgently at the sight of the boy under him grimacing and sobbing, and the delectable scent of the pup’s fear and anguish awakened a dizzying, primal hunger in Rayvik. His claws scratched the pavement under the boy, and he pressed harder with his pelvis, bearing down even more on the already-compressed Dalmatian. “Nnngh, better hang onto somethin’, kid…I’m gonna fuck your brains out!” The Dalmatian didn’t even have a chance to brace himself—Rayvik immediately started pumping his hips. Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! “Aaaaah! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!” The Dalmatian cried out and jolted in agony as the rat’s cock drove in and out of him; Rayvik pounded hard and fast, plowing him with enough power to make his whole body shake with every thrust. “Yeah! Fuckin’…take it…bitch!” Rayvik snarled as he aggressively fucked his latest catch. There was no slow or gradual start, no time given to let the boy’s body adjust to the girthy member invading his guts—just rough, pure breeding without any regard for the pre-teen’s consent. Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! “Aaaaah! Stooooop! Stoooooop! STOOOOOOOP!” The Dalmatian’s voice echoed off the alley walls as he screamed. Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! “Hnf! Hnf! Hnf! No…no fuckin’ way, kid!” Rayvik huffed. He carried on thrusting, humping the boy for all he was worth. His cock slid roughly in and out through the wildly clenching sphincter, and Rayvik plunged balls-deep into the Dalmatian with every forward swing of his hips. His cock punched into the boy’s gut, grinding against his little prostate and stretching him wide open, and the rat groaned lustfully while he went on brutally raping the youngster pinned under him. “Gonna fuckin’ wreck that ass…need to breed that cunt good!” The Dalmatian kept crying, kept screaming in terror and pain. “HELP! PLEEEEEASE! SOMEONE! HELP MEEEEEE!” But the boy’s loud and hysterical shrieking was music to Rayvik’s ears, a sweet and savory melody that compelled him to pick up the pace. PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… “Mmmnnngh! Yeah! Yeah! Ngh! Hnf! Hnf! Hnf! Fffffuuuuuuuuuck, kid!” the rat moaned in ecstasy. PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… The sound of large and powerful hips rapidly smacking against small and lean butt cheeks mixed with the Dalmatian’s terrified and pleading cries, while the thumping music continued playing in the building behind Rayvik and the rain kept pattering down on the street, dumpsters, and fire escape. But there were no racing footsteps or shouts for the rat to stop and get off the poor boy—with nobody venturing down the alley, Rayvik just went on savagely raping the pre-teen undisturbed. If there was anybody on the adjoining streets in the area, they weren’t coming to the Dalmatian’s rescue. “STOOOOP! NOOOOO! AAAAAAH! HEEEEELP! HEEEEEELP!” the Dalmatian screamed at the top of his lungs, shredding his vocal cords. “Yeah! Hnf! Hnf! Hnf! Keep screamin’ just like that, pup!” Rayvik grunted in the boy’s face while he kept thrusting, fucking the Dalmatian’s ass raw. PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… “Just you ‘n me, bitch!” The rat was humping at speed, practically hurling himself into the Dalmatian under him. “Nobody’s comin’ to save you…fffuuuuuuuck!” PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… Rayvik’s hips slammed into the Dalmatian and his cock smashed the boy’s prostate again and again, earning involuntary jerks and shudders from the youngster’s arousal. The Dalmatian had never experienced anything remotely like this, had never had so much as a finger in his ass before—he’d never even really touched himself before, and now a small bead of pre had welled up out of his urethra even though he felt like he was being torn apart. As much as he was physically turned on, the Dalmatian was nearly overwhelmed with pain and terror, and he could only scream helplessly as the burly rodent screwed him into the cold, wet ground. “AAAAH! AAAAAAH! N-NOOOOOOO! AAAAAAH! HEEEEEELP! HEEEELP MEEEEE!” PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… “Ooooh! Ooooh yeeeeEEEAAAH!” Rayvik yelled—the Dalmatian had begun wildly clenching in a way that perfectly gripped and milked the rat’s cock. “That’s! The! Spot! Right! There!” he grunted with each vigorous thrust. “Mmmm! FUCK! That’s a good lil’ pup, keep takin’ it!” PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… “AAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAA…” The Dalmatian couldn’t do anything to stop Rayvik from fucking him loose, hollowing him out with his cock and roughly taking his virginity. The rat had opened his once-tight ass enough that the youngster could probably take a few billiard balls without much effort. Rayvik was defiling him, ruining his body, using the Dalmatian like he was nothing more than a toy… “STOOOOOOP! NOOOOO! I—AAAAAAAAH!” “Hnf! Hnf! Hnf! Fuckin’…take it!” Rayvik shouted while he reamed the howling and shrieking boy. Sweat had formed on the rat’s back, chest, stomach, and brow, and a few drops dripped from the tip of his snout, landing on the Dalmatian’s face and mixing with the tears and rainwater already soaking his fur. “Gonna…fill up that lil’ cunt!” PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… “AAAAH! HAAAAAAAAA!” Rayvik didn’t stop or slow down one bit—he went on molesting the little Dalmatian like a horny teenager ruthlessly violating a pillow, desperate and determined to get his rocks off. His rapid bucking was fast, callous, and merciless, without a care in the world for his partner’s comfort or permission. The Dalmatian felt like he was being disemboweled, and he’d begun to get dizzy from screaming so much—the rat was also jostling him back and forth at such a fast pace that the youngster’s world began to spin and wobble. Woozy and starting to feel faint, the Dalmatian couldn’t stop himself from tilting his head back, closing his eyes…and grasping Rayvik’s thick forearms for support. The rat huffed and grinned when the boy’s small, trembling hands hooked themselves onto his sturdy and muscular forearms. “Yeah, hang on, kid! Uuuuuuungh! Aaawww, ffuuuuuuck!” PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… Rayvik kept plowing the Dalmatian, repeatedly stuffing his cock into the spasming ass and coaxing out more wet and sloppy sounds from the pre-teen’s wrecked hole. His balls smashed against the boy’s rump while his burly stomach rubbed and grinded on the Dalmatian’s own cock and balls trapped beneath his belly. He could feel the pup’s short, stiff erection flexing beneath his gut, and the rat’s own balls were aching and pounding with need. He was dancing on the knife’s edge, getting himself so close to finishing…he just needed a little more… PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… “Hnnngh! Fuck! Fuckin’…look at me!” Rayvik demanded. The Dalmatian, still crying and moaning, kept his eyes shut. “Rrrrrrr…LOOK AT ME!” Startled by the rat’s sudden shout, the Dalmatian obeyed and he found himself staring up into Rayvik’s eyes. The rat leaned down close while his hips kept thrusting, while his cock kept pumping in and out of the boy at speed. “Look at who’s fuckin’ you!” Rayvik growled into the Dalmatian’s face. In the boy’s wide and shocked eyes brimming with more tears, the rat could see such beautiful fear and pain…and he felt the Dalmatian’s muscles tightening around him, the early warning signs of the youth’s impending climax. “You’re mine, boy—I fuckin’ own you!” PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… “I—aaaaaah! P-please! S-st-stoooooooop!” the Dalmatian sobbed, unable to avoid making eye contact with his rapist. His legs shook, he shuddered, and his crying was punctuated with unmistakable huffs and grunts… “Hnngh, fuck that! You’re close!” Rayvik’s eyes were as wide as the Dalmatian’s, but they were burning with a mad lust and a carnal hunger. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” “I…haaaah…I…I c-can’t…I—aaaah!” It was as if the Dalmatian’s body couldn’t resist the taunting challenge of Rayvik’s words—frightened as the boy was, he breathlessly shuddered again and his chest heaved. “You don’t wanna…but you’re gonna cum for me! And you’re gonna…scream when you do!” Rayvik snarled, his thrusts growing faster and more erratic as he pushed himself closer to the edge… “I…ah, no! Noo! Hngh! Ah…ah! Ah! HAAAAAAAANNGH!” The Dalmatian screeched into the night as his orgasm hit. It was the first time he’d ever ejaculated in his life—the Dalmatian was totally unprepared and he couldn’t contain it. The pleasure simply crashed into him all at once, blocking out everything in his world for just a moment. Overpowered by the surge of endorphins, the youngster held on tight to the rat’s forearms; his body acted on pure instinct, and a part of his anatomy he’d never used before kicked into high gear as his testicles constricted to pump out his very first load of cum. He clenched energetically while his cock spasmed and fired small, squirt gun-like jets of warm, gooey semen onto Rayvik’s belly, which stickily seeped into the rodent’s black fur, and he went on howling in a mix of pain and ecstasy. Rayvik growled in satisfaction as he felt the quivering, howling boy under him spill his seed. “Yeah! Fuck! Gonna…gonna…” PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP… His blood was boiling while the pressure in his loins rocketed past the tipping point. His fat tail whipped in a frenzy and his balls drew up tight… PLAP! “CUUUUUUUUUUUUUM! FFFUUUUUUUUUUCK! HAAAAAAFFFFUUUUUUUUCK!” Rayvik bellowed loudly when he buried his cock in the boy with one last thrust; his member pulsated and throbbed with his explosive climax, and a torrent of thick, hot, ropey cum spurted and gushed into the deer’s convulsing guts. His balls squeezed themselves hard, pumping out every drop of sperm that had built up in them over the past seven days. With every forceful pulse of his cock, more and more cum flooded into the nooks and crannies of the Dalmatian’s raw and ravaged ass, to the point that some of his seed began to leak from the puffy and bruised hole he had so enthusiastically ruined. Drips and globs of cum dribbled down along the cleft between the deer’s ass cheeks and more was smeared onto Rayvik’s balls while he kept grinding his pelvis against the boy’s rump…and it didn’t take long for small splatters and droplets to land on the pavement beneath the rat and the deer. “Aaaaaah! Hnnngh! Haaaaaah…” The Dalmatian’s taut little gut engorged with the subtlest of swells as Rayvik emptied his balls into the boy, and the pre-teen’s cock pulsed with one last ejaculatory contraction, pushing out a final and feeble ooze of cum into the rat’s matted and gummed-up belly fur. Throughout his orgasm, the Dalmatian’s whole body had been tensed, his muscles straining almost to the breaking point…until the rush of hormones faded and left him lying limp and exhausted (though still folded tightly in half) under the rat. “Fuuuuck! Haaaaangh! Hooooooo…” For a brief instant, Rayvik went deaf and his vision went white, his orgasm was so intense—when the all-consuming pleasure receded, the burly rat was left panting and huffing and slumped over on top of the Dalmatian, keeping the boy tucked under him and pinned to the ground. Spent and basking in the afterglow, Rayvik wordlessly rumbled to himself contentedly…then sniffed. He still smelled the Dalmatian’s fear, and the way that it mixed with his own body odor and the musky smell of sex was delectably intoxicating…and it reminded him of just how hungry he still was. “Mmmm…fuck, that’s good,” Rayvik growled. The Dalmatian lay still, but he whimpered timidly. “Ah…hnf…y-you…you got what you wanted…I…I won’t tell anyone…p-please…please, just let me go?” Rayvik chuckled and shook his head. “Here’s the thing, pup—I almost got what I wanted.” The rat pushed himself up from his slumping posture, and his stomach growled. Sitting up on his knees now, Rayvik firmly held the weary Dalmatian’s slender hips, preventing the boy from getting away. “There’s just one more thing I need from you.” The Dalmatian looked up at Rayvik, his ears folded down and back and his eyes wide and full of dread. “Wh-what?” “Dinner.” “I—d-dinner?” The Dalmatian stammered in confusion. The rat’s belly rumbled again, and Rayvik smacked his watering chops while he hungrily leered down at his prey. “Hehe, down the hatch you go, pup.” The young boy’s eyebrows rose in shocked comprehension. “No! Wait-wait-wai—hmmmph!” Before the shocked and confused dog could escape, Rayvik lunged forward. At first, it almost looked like he was going in for a deep and passionate kiss with the boy. But Rayvik’s wide, open jaws engulfed the Dalmatian’s muzzle and face, muffling his terrified protests. The rat bit down hard enough to keep the youngster’s snout secure in his mouth, preventing his prey from yanking himself free. Thick drool immediately coated the Dalmatian’s fur and stinking breath filled his nostrils. Rayvik’s tongue slithered under and over the boy’s snout, and with his face trapped in the rat’s dark and stinking maw, the Dalmatian thrashed and flailed with his arms, frantically beating on Rayvik’s chest and trying to push him off. But Rayvik quickly grabbed the boy’s biceps and pinned his limbs to his sides, holding him still. Then, with well-practiced ease and confident strength, the rat settled back up on his knees, pulling the Dalmatian upright with him while the boy’s kicking legs fell down around either side of the rat’s broad waist. The Dalmatian still struggled, wriggling in Rayvik’s grip while he yelled through his closed lips into the rat’s mouth. “HMMMPH! MMMMPH!” But Rayvik was unfazed by his prey’s hysteria—instead, the rat simply took a breath, relaxed his pharyngeal muscles to open his esophagus…and then nonchalantly hauled the boy up by his arms to push him deeper into his mouth. The Dalmatian’s whole head disappeared past Rayvik’s jaws. The boy’s snout sank into the opening of the rat’s esophagus, and the tight, fleshy tunnel kept the young pup’s mouth shut, but he continued his muffled screaming. “MMMMPH! HHMMMMMMMMPH!” The rat readjusted his grip and hauled the boy up again, pushing him further into his mouth and beginning to lift him off of his cock. With his whole head now in Rayvik’s throat and his shoulders pressed against the rat’s unyielding lips, the Dalmatian kicked and struggled, and he inadvertently clenched on Rayvik’s member. The rat grunted pleasantly at the sensation, and more cum began to leak from the little canine’s wrecked sphincter. With another readjustment of his hands and another upward pull, Rayvik forced the slender Dalmatian’s shoulders into his large mouth; more of his cock slipped out of the boy’s loosened hole, and more cum dribbled along his flagging length. The Dalmatian weakly pushed and shoved against Rayvik’s torso as best as he could without the use of his arms, and he tried kicking with his legs again, but all his attempts to escape the rat’s clutches were in vain—Rayvik didn’t budge one bit. And then… “Gulp!” Rayvik swallowed—the smooth muscles of his throat contracted around the Dalmatian’s head, pulling the pre-teen deeper into the narrow and slimy confines of his gullet. At the same time, Rayvik pushed the Dalmatian up further, getting his upper torso into his mouth. The rat’s neck bulged with the extra girth of the canine’s head and neck in his esophagus, and the boy futilely struggled harder than ever to try to free himself. “Mmmmph! Glmmphmmmhmmmmmph!” Rayvik heard the Dalmatian’s muffled cries of “Heeelp!” and “Let me out!”, but he simply chuckled, savoring the boy’s panic and desperation now that the little pre-teen was in his gullet. The rat had no intention of releasing his prey, either—he’d fasted all day to prepare for this moment. He’d earned this meal, and he was damn well going to enjoy it, especially after having just dropped a huge load into the little Dalmatian. “Gulp!” With another swallow and another push, the Dalmatian’s slim chest went into Rayvik’s mouth and the boy’s shoulders entered his throat. At the same time, with a soft, wet schlop, the rat’s cock slipped out of the Dalmatian’s ass completely; the viscous sludge sludge of Rayvik’s cum was still warm, and it began sloppily draining out of the boy’s gaping hole, dribbling onto the rat’s crotch and splattering down on the pavement between Rayvik’s knees. “Gulp!” Another forceful swallow and another push saw the Dalmatian’s upper abdomen slip past Rayvik’s jaws. Still in the cramped and slick tunnel of the rat’s upper digestive tract, the youngster whimpered and wriggled anxiously. He couldn’t see a thing, it was pitch black in Rayvik’s throat, and it was impossible for him to move more than a few millimeters. But above the sound of his own racing pulse in his ears, the Dalmatian could hear Rayvik’s own drumming heartbeat and the steady inhales and exhales of the rat’s lungs. “Gulp!” The Dalmatian was pulled even deeper into the rat, drawing ever nearer to his final destination. With his head, shoulders, upper arms, and chest now in Rayvik’s esophagus, the terrified boy squirmed for his life, gasping for breath. Rayvik, meanwhile, chuckled around his meal—the dog’s lower abdomen was now in his mouth, and he slurped across the young Dalmatian’s slightly swollen belly, even getting his dexterous tongue into the sensitive divot of his navel (which elicited a flinch from the youngster). “Gulp!” Rayvik swallowed again, and the deer’s flaccid cock and balls now rested against his chin. The Dalmatian whimpered when he felt a tight squeeze on his snout…and then a ring of muscle relaxed and spread. The boy shuddered in horror when the rat’s esophageal sphincter opened to allow the end of his muzzle to finally enter Rayvik’s stomach—before, the Dalmatian had been almost too shocked to fully anticipate how his journey would end, but now the putrid stench of bile and and digestive acids suddenly brought home the fact that he was never going to see the light of day again, that his life was about to end inside the belly of the man who had raped him. “HMMMMHMMMMMMPH!” Sore as his lungs were, the Dalmatian mustered up a blood-curdling scream, and his legs wildly flailed as he tried to free himself…just as his bladder suddenly loosened in fear. Pssssssssh… With the canine’s now-flaccid penis against his chin, Rayvik chuckled and huffed when he felt the uncontrollable stream of piss hit his neck and chest. The boy couldn’t stop, he was too scared to get a hold of himself and stop the flow—not that Rayvik would have wanted him to. Such a visceral and instinctual fear response was the ultimate aphrodisiac to the rat. His mouth watered even more, his heart pumped faster with excitement, and his softening cock began to stiffen again by itself. The warm, faintly acrid urine spilling all over him was so erotically arousing that Rayvik just had to hold off from swallowing; he wanted to truly savor the Dalmatian’s last moments of unbridled panic. Still holding the pup’s waist with his left hand, Rayvik grasped the Dalmatian’s cock with his right paw and aimed the flow of urine to drench his pecs, his stomach, his crotch, and his thighs, marking himself in the scent of his meal. He made sure to hit his own growing erection and still-aching balls, relishing the feeling of bathing his manhood with the boy’s water; the Dalmatian’s piss seeped into his foreskin and trickled in rivulets along his turgid shaft, and it didn’t take long for a puddle to start to form around the rat, where it mixed with the rain that was still coming down from above. “Mmmmm,” Rayvik wordlessly rumbled while he blissfully hosed himself down. If he hadn’t been using his left hand to hold the Dalmatian steady, he would have wrapped his paw around his cock and been stroking furiously to pull another load out—gulping a frightened meal down the hatch always got his engine going, and the fact that the boy was involuntarily pissing all over him was even hotter for Rayvik. The rat was hard and throbbing again already now. Pssssssssh… The Dalmatian kept grunting and struggling while emptying his bladder on Rayvik’s torso…until the flow eventually ebbed to a trickle…then the youngster kicked and convulsed again, and his muscles contracted to splash Rayvik with a final jet of urine. The rat’s fur on his front was thoroughly soaked with piss, and a few drops still clung to the underside of the Dalmatian’s member. With his prey’s fear response now finished, Rayvik gently placed the canine’s cock and balls in his mouth and lapped at them with his tongue, tasting the mildly salty remnants of the boy’s piss…before he swallowed again. “Gulp!” The Dalmatian groaned while his member slimily slid further into Rayvik’s muzzle—his hips and upper thighs entered the rat’s mouth, and Rayvik craftily curled his tongue up between his legs, licking over his gaping and leaking ass. At the same time, the Dalmatian’s head and shoulders dropped down into the rat’s stomach; the steamy, slimy chamber welcomed him in with wet gurgles and grotesque squelches, and the young dog writhed and jerked as he slipped further into the cramped space, but there was no stopping Rayvik from consuming him now. “Gulp!” Rayvik grinned when the boy’s cock and balls plopped into his throat like a set of dumplings and more of his thighs entered his mouth—the Dalmatian was fed further headfirst into the rodent’s belly. “Gulp!” Another swallow and another push—the Dalmatian’s knees, calves, and feet stuck out of the rat’s muzzle. Inside the cramped space of Rayvik’s stomach, the boy was already beginning to curl in on himself, as his whole torso was trapped in the digestive chamber. “Gulp!” Half of the Dalmatian’s calves and his feet remained free, and they were kicking desperately…before Rayvik tilted his head back… “Gulp! Gulp!” With two final swallows, Rayvik allowed gravity to assist him in devouring the last of the Dalmatian. The boy’s cute and tasty paws squirmed as they sank down, past his lips, into his open gullet, and then they vanished without a trace. Rayvik sighed and patted his belly, which had swollen moderately with the little Dalmatian’s heft now inside of him, before… “Burrrrrrap! Hooooo, good stuff,” the rat grunted with satisfaction after belching loudly. “Mmmmph! Hmmmph!” The Dalmatian’s muffled screams managed to get through the thick padding of Rayvik’s muscles and fat, but it was impossible to make out any words…although the rat had a pretty good idea of what the boy would have been shrieking. At the same time, Rayvik’s belly gurgled and wobbled—the Dalmatian was kicking and pushing inside his stomach, rolling around and bouncing as he desperately struggled to get out. But the boy’s panicked escape attempts were useless, and the burly rat idly sat back on his knees in the puddle of dog piss and rubbed the distended, squirming bulge of his abdomen. Between his legs, his cock (which was still wet and dripping with the Dalmatian’s urine) remained standing at attention and ready for another round, but Rayvik held off on tending to his arousal—there’d be plenty of time for that back at home. For now, he was more concerned with the meal he’d just consumed. “Heh, no use fightin’ anymore, pup, just relax,” Rayvik chuckled, enjoying the pleasant squirming sensation in his growling stomach. “Take it easy…you’re right where you belong…you’re gonna be perfect as some extra pudge for me…” The Dalmatian jerked and wriggled, and Rayvik belched again. “Uuuuurrrrp! Heh, come on, kid, simmer down,” the rat murmured. Still caressing his stomach with both hands, Rayvik began to softly hum. The Dalmatian kept struggling, but the rat knew from experience that it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes for his prey to exhaust his oxygen supply, and then the boy would settle into a much more peaceful stupor. In the meantime, the rat kept humming—it was a soft and soothing melody, similar to a lullaby. As rough and savage as Rayvik loved to be when tenderizing his meals, he did enjoy granting his prey items one last tiny act of compassion and mercy by singing them to sleep. Fear was a delicious flavor to enjoy while actually consuming fresh meat, but once a boy was safely tucked away in his belly to digest, there was no reason why their last moments alive needed to be frightening. The least he could do was comfort them with a pleasant little song as they departed from the waking world…and eventually, just like clockwork, the Dalmatian’s squirming in his stomach began to slow. “That’s it,” Rayvik rumbled as he felt the tired pre-teen fall still. He gazed down at his belly and saw his abdomen warp outward with one final concerted effort from inside; the Dalmatian was pushing, pushing…and then the bulge sank back down, leaving his rotund stomach pleasingly smooth. “Wear yourself out and just drift off, pup…you don’t wanna be awake for what comes next.” The rat’s stomach gurgled again…shifted…and then all was quiet and motionless. “Atta boy…nighty night…sleep tight.” Rayvik smirked down at his belly and patted it once more before taking a breath to collect himself. While the Dalmatian no longer had any concerns to worry about, Rayvik still needed to clean up from his meal and head home—now that he’d satiated both of his appetites, he was ready to get out of the chilly rain. Still on his knees, the rat bent forward as best as he could; even in the alley’s dim light, he could see where the strands of his cum were lazily floating in the puddle of the Dalmatian’s urine. Supporting himself with his hands, Rayvik pressed his lips and tongue to the grimy, wet cement, which he slurped and licked. He didn’t need to lap up all the piss that remained, but he got a good helping of it in addition to his musky cum, and he savored the tasty mix of flavors while he consumed the evidence of his having been on the scene. When he was done, he licked his lips and cleaned his whiskers before he pushed himself to his feet. He lumbered unsteadily at first thanks to his new center of gravity and all the weight he’d just gained, but he’d learned from previous experiences how to quickly regain his footing. And in no time at all, he was pulling his jeans back on—he grunted as he stuffed his still-erect cock back into his pants and zipped up his crotch to enclose the now-visible tent he was sporting. His member pushed hard against his jeans, to the point that Rayvik was tempted to just shuck them off again and rub out another load here and now, but he forced himself to ignore his impulse; he could indulge himself plenty when he got home, and he didn’t need to linger in the alley any longer than necessary. In the meantime, he lumbered over to a nearby exhaust vent and grabbed the bulky hoodie he’d stashed inside of it. Rayvik pulled on the sweater, which was large enough to at least vaguely disguise the silhouette of his bloated stomach, and he then plodded through the alley to collect everything from the Dalmatian. He picked up the boy’s discarded phone, which he quickly smashed in half and then tossed into a garbage bin. The Dalmatian’s baseball cap was next—Rayvik plucked the little hat from the ground and put it in a separate dumpster, where it landed on a pile of full trash bags. From there, the rat gathered the pre-teen’s ripped clothes, which he picked through, searching…until he found a wallet in the Dalmatian’s still-intact jacket. Rayvik opened the billfold and pulled out the Dalmatian’s school ID. “Colby Danton…11…huh…cute kid…well, thanks for the fun and the food, Colby,” the rat mused as he looked over the identification details on the card. He then put the Dalmatian’s school ID in his own wallet for safekeeping—when he got home, he’d store the card in the special wooden index card box he kept in his desk, the same box he used for all the souvenirs he’d collected from his previous meals. He’d lost count of how many driver’s licenses and school ID cards he’d acquired over the years, but he knew he was starting to run out of room in the box. He also knew that holding onto trophies like that was a liability, but he just couldn’t bear to throw them away—Rayvik enjoyed looking through them and jerking off to the memories of his meals too much to dispose of his little keepsakes. Once Rayvik had stowed his wallet in his back pocket, he dumped the Dalmatian’s billfold and clothes into a separate garbage bin without a second thought. Cleanup complete, the rat took one last cursory glance around the alley. There was no sign that he’d violently raped and devoured an 11 year-old boy, but Rayvik could still hear the youngster’s screams in his memory, he could still feel the little Dalmatian writhing under him…and now he could feel his stomach starting to churn up the meal he’d devoured. It wouldn’t take long for the kid to get melted down to nothing and become little more than another inch on the burly rat’s waistline. Rayvik snickered—he was already looking forward to a repeat performance with another unsuspecting victim in the same spot in a few days’ time. Right now, however, he fished out the carton of cigarettes from his jeans and lit one up. He savored the taste of menthol and nicotine mixing with cum, piss, and deer on his breath…and then he trudged out of the alley in the rain, a well-fed and satisfied predator disappearing into the night.