Turner ideally scrolled through his phone while cartoons played silently in front of him. He flipped through his social just to torture himself. Reels and videos of his friends at the skate park flew by, and select them just to see the timestamp. Most of them were taken within an hour; his little group practicing and laughing without him. A bite of jealousy nipped his thoughts, and he looked up at the little cheetah in front of him with some disdain.

"Fucker," he muttered, not loud enough for the little boy to hear.

No, the stupid five year old was too absorbed in the zaney cartoons wrestling in front of him to even notice. His long wiry tail flicked back and forth excitedly as he sat mesmerized by the screen. Turner's attention switched back to the phone, and he continued to scroll. Every second felt like another hour, all for a messily fifty bucks. It was all that he was gonna get for the week since his parents cut off his allowance.

Character building. That's the way his parents put it to him. Despite knowing full well his family was well off, he'd been cut off after he'd run into a sign driving too fast down the residential. Needed to learn the value of a dollar, even though it only cost a thousand bucks to fix. Thankfully, his parents found work for him babysitting the neighbor kid almost immediately after.

He looked back up at the cheetah with resentment, still stuck in a trance. Turner grimaced and turned back to his phone. The sight of Drew came up on his feed. A young lithe dalmatian stood with a peace sign towards the camera. His shirt was off, and his khaki shorts were baggy enough that he could see the kid's thighty whities.

"Mmmm," Turner whimpered out.

Drew was too young to be hanging out with his friend group, but he was pretty good, so they let him stick around. Turner didn't mind. He would sometimes act like he was too cool for the ten year old, but always complimented him on his tricks. The young dalmatian ate it all up, and there'd be no doubt in his mind he'd have him in his pocket soon enough.

Turner looked up, just to make sure the baby was still glued to the television, before he reached a paw down and touched the crotch of his pants. The tip of his cock was already poking through, outline bulging through. He was big, big for sixteen and even moreso for his species. Not even fully erect, he was already five inches out.

He clicked on Drew's profile pic, scrolling through his feed to find something more revealing. It's a fucking wonder why some of these parents let their kids on these sites. Almost immediately did he see the dalmatian sharing a video of himself at a pool party he hosted. Black spots were all Turner could see, as the boy walked around with only a blue speedo on. It was like that little faggot wanted to be preyed upon.

Licking his lips, Turner quietly undid the belt of his pants. He pulled off his button, taking one reasuring look up at the brat before stuffing his paw inside. An audible gulped croaked from his throat, but he just continued to touch his fat cock. His nostrils flared as he gripped his emerging shaft, giving a good pump. All of his attention was on that cute puppy, his little bits clearly visible through his tight swimming wear.

He could see him now, a little private pool party with the cougar. Drew would be curious what the feline wanted to show him out in the beach house. A little show me yours, I'll show you mine game to start. Then they'd play some truth or dare, and the dog would think it was so cool he got to hang with the big kids. Turner would teach him all sorts of games, dare him to touch his cock and soon he'd have the boy right where he wanted him—

"What're you doing?"

Turner almost jumped out of his fur, muzzle flashing up above his phone to see the cheetah standing there with a thumbclaw between his fangs. The cubs eyes looked big, shifting back and forth from the teenagers crotch to his face. He was frozen, heart pounding in his chest. No matter how much he willed himself, he couldn't move his cock. It twitched, and a bead rolled out so thick that it bled through his underwear and pants.

"Ugh, hey Zack," was the only thing that stuttered out of Turner's open maw.

The cub wasn't scared, just curious. He looked at the pre and bulge with utter amazement. Without much hesitation, the little cheetah reached down and grabbed his shorts. One paw pulled them and his underwear out and his other stuffed itself inside to rub himself the way he must've seen Turner doing it. 

"No, wait," the teenager said, finally able to let go of himself and reached a sticky paw out to pause him.

Zack wasn't looking at the jaguar and instead was staring down at himself. He tried groping his penis up and down, but was confused about the results. No matter which way he touched himself, it didn't seem like he was getting the absolute bliss that Turner was getting rubbing himself. Bewilderment and frustration built on the cheetah's muzzle before he turned up and looked at the teenager like he'd been cheated.

His finger went up accusingly pointing at Turner's crotch, before he poured, "How come mine doesn't do that?"

Turner's heart was sinking faster and faster, knowing he'd really stepped in it this time. Couldn't keep his paws off his own dick for an hour and now this kid was gonna fuck over his life. He fluttered his paw, trying to settle down the cub. "It's for big boys," he said, voice high pitched.

That was the wrong answer and he knew what the cub was gonna say just as he stomped a foot on the ground. "I am a big boy!"

It took all of his strength to not chuckle at the little cub. If he laughed, there was no doubt that he would have thrown a tantrum. But it was like the cub could read him, his infantile patience all dried up. Before the cub could become even more bratty than he already was, Turner began to think quick on his feet.

"Here, um, come over here," he said, waving him closer to the couch.

Turner's mouth felt dry, not really sure if this was the right move or not. It was easy to manipulate preteens that wanted to be part of the crowd. He'd done it enough times already to almost be an expert at it, but this cub was young. Controlling him would be harder, and if this got out he'd be in deep shit.

Zack did as he was told though, standing in front of him with his shorts sagging. The cub was certainly his type. Most of his babyfat was fading away and he was as thin as any cheetah he'd ever seen. Chocolate spots crawled his arms and legs, only just having bloomed over his white cub fur. Turner was curious if he had any on his crotch and belly yet.

"We'll do it my way and if it doesn't work, then we'll just forget about this, but you can never ever tell anyone about this." As he finished, he gave the cub a sly wink. "It's just our big boy secret, okay?"

Zack's little head bobbed up and down eagerly. Turner knew that look in his eyes, seen it enough times before with other unsuspecting cubs too excited for their own good. A bright smile spread over his short feline muzzle, almost giddy to learn a new trick. He knew that he could trust the cub to play his little game.

"Alright, first, why don't you get out of your clothes. It's easier when you're naked," Turner explained, but the cub looked down at him. He caught the expression, and rolled his eyes, "I can underdress too, but you wanted to learn and I'm only gonna teach you if you do exactly as I say." He paused, waiting a second before he furrowed his brow and finished with, "Trust me."

Any adult would have seen that sinister gleam hanging off his smile. The cub didn't, too young to notice that predatory look he gave all of his little playthings. He just hooked his claws under his shorts, pulling them down and stepping out of them. His shirt went off in a fight, struggling to get it over his head. Turner reached out, touching his paws on both of his sides before pulling them up along his ribs.

The cheetah murmured, shivering as the teenager ran his fingers through his fur. He felt sort under his paws, cub fur so smooth to the touch. Turner's thumbs traced along his nipples, lingering a bit longer than he should have. Zack fidgeted, his sensitive nubs ticklish to the attention. Then he reached all the way up and pulled his shirt out over his head. 

They started for a second, Turner's holding the shirt in his paws. Something was clicking inside the little boys head, like he'd just received something he'd never had before. His maw hung agape, but the jaguar just grinned for him. Slowly the cub's muzzle widened until he was smiling with a hot blush on his cheeks.

Turner looked down at the cub now only in his cute little tighty whities. Zack seemed to be blushing harder, the attention on his body growing to be too much. His feet shuffled and his tail wrapped around his leg, but his earlier brattiness seemed to dissipate. He didn't seem impatient to know what was coming next, but slightly nervous.

"Come over here," he said, patting his lap.

Zack nodded, but approached with caution. He knew that whatever the teenager had planned for him was set on course, and there was no turning back now. Slowly, he seated himself right on Turner's leg, the cute little tush warm on his thigh. The cheetah didn't look at him, too flustered to even make a peep.

"That's a good boy," Turner let out in a coo.

He dragged a claw down the cubs sensitive tummy, zig-zagging carefully as he crept towards the cubs undies. Zack's fur bristled, a soft whimper leaving his lips. He pinched the band between his fingers, tugging down while leaning in. And God, was it beautiful.

An uncut inch poked out of his smooth white fur. He wouldn't be growing any pubic fur for years, just the way that Turner loved it. Drool built in his muzzle as he just stared at that perfect baby cock. Before he could completely let himself get carried away, he tugged the underwear further down.

His coin purse was just as wonderful. Tight, not the slightest hint of dropping anytime soon. It was almost perfectly round, two little testicles barely visible under his cub fur. They just sat steady in his sack, completely unsuspecting of what the teen had planned.

"You're very lovely," the jaguar murmured, licking the spit dribbling down his chin.

The cub didn't know how to respond, still too awestruck with what was happening. Turner didn't mind, not really needing his input yet. He just gave the tighty whities a strong tug until they were just above his knees. With them out of the way, he could begin his fun.

"Tell me how it feels," he said, his voice growing dark in his lust.

Zack nodded up and down, waiting while his little body trembled. One finger came down to his foreskin, nudging it slightly. The cub gasped, but didn't speak up. Just moaned as Turner began a slow circular rub around and around his head.

Almost immediately, the jaguar felt blood rushing into his little weenie. It twitched underneath his touch, the head swelling and his shaft starting to grow. Zack looked down with amazement, all of the ways he was rubbing himself not feeling anything like this.

He tried to speak, maw opening and closing, but the warm fuzzy feelings washed over his brain. It was too intense for him to put words too it. Little moans and whispers hushed out of his maw, unable to form a real sentence. Turner knew then he'd had this boy hooked.

"Goooood. Feels very goooood," the jaguar said, nodding his head up and down for the cub to mimic.

Zack did, breathing starting to get shallow. After a minute of these special rubs was the cheetah fully erect. Two full inches of hard baby cock stood poking upward. It was enough for Turner to pinch his thumb and index over it, starting to stroke his entire shaft in long smooth motions. His foreskin pulled back with each stroke, his little head revealing itself for the first time.

"Turner?" the cub stuttered in question.

Turner couldn't take his eyes off the cubs cock, just loving the feeling of stroking him. "Mhm?"

Zack closed his eyes hard, muzzle scrunched up as he began to pant. He managed to fumble words out between his breathing, "S-s-ssomethings hap-happening."

The jaguar knew what was coming. Of course his first orgasm was approaching quickly, not having the stamina of an adult yet. He quickened his strokes, his fingers curling around his shaft. The cub squirmed, bucking his hips back and forth in quick thrusts.

"Oh...ohhh...ohhhhh no," Zack whimpered until a high pitch chirp let out of his throat.

Turner could feel it. His little cock jumped and twitched and pulsated, trying to squeeze out something that wasn't there yet. All through his dry orgasm, his thrusts became more sure. They hard and long, his entire body getting into it. Every time his hips buckled, his chest pushed out and his tail straightened out behind him.

Gradually, he slowed his thrusts, panting loudly. His orgasm finally died down and he was in his afterglow. Zack's entire body crumpled, Turner having to reach up to hold him. His own cock had soaked pre through his pants, leaving an obvious puddle. Between each second, his cock flexed, pushing up his pants for release. Turner was eager to please himself and show the boy what a real orgasm looked like.

Before he could though, Zack slowly pushed himself up and exclaimed, "That was so...fun!"

Turner chuckled, knowing his lexicon was too small to put words to his feelings, so he just agreed, "Yeah, that was fun, wasn't it?"

Zack looked down, amazed at his own cock. His eyes were wide, a billion thoughts flying through his mind at once. He finally found the one he was looking for and looked back to Turner. "Can we do it again?"

The jaguar looked down at the little cub's cock with some confusion. It had gone down a bit, but was still halfway erect. Little twitches told Turner he looked ready to go again, but he didn't want to overstimulate the cub. "Um, it might be a little too sensitive to go again."

Zack's ears went down, a frown forming on his muzzle. "But, please. I'll do anything. Just one more," he begged with large pleading eyes.

Turner just shrugged his shoulders, rather wanting to play with himself than the cub again. He was pretty sure he knew Zack was probably not gonna like it, having just orgasmed. Heck, Turner's refractory period was short, but even he needed at least a half hour before he could go again.

Reluctantly, he let go of the cub, allowing him to straighten himself out again. He reached down, touching a finger to his head and rubbing a small circle into it. Turner waited, ready to hear the cub protest, but it never came. Instead, he just let out that same low murr of pleasure as his cock was touched.

"Ooooooooooo, Turner," the cub moaned out, adjusting himself on his lap.

Turner watched with his maw agape. The cub was enjoying it. He had no refractory period at all and just seemed to be loving it like it was the first time all over again. His fingers wrapped around the two inch shaft, stroking him up and down just as before. Zack, again, started to buck his hips into his paw.

They did it, not once, not twice, but five more times. Every orgasm seemed like the best one. His little hips would buck faster and faster until his entire body stretched out and he dry orgasmed again and again, purring out moans into the air. They only stopped when the cub's body was too exhausted to do it anymore and so was Turner. They laid flat onto the couch panting, the teenager needing to beat himself off bad. As he stared over at the cheetah though, he began to wonder.

Would he really do anything for this again?

***

A couple months passed, and Turner would test that. Sure, the kid got plenty of freebies. Almost started to get spoiled on them. He kept it to jerking him off, not showing him the wonderful world of BJs. The jaguar wasn't a fag like his little prey were, and he didn't need to give Zack that much attention to keep him satisfied on it. Nope, just one or two sessions of five, six, or even seven orgasms in a row would do.

And the boy was loving it, up until Turner wanted his own things. Sure, being able to touch boy cock was great, but what he was really interested in was that tiny coin purse he had. That sweet vulnerable little egg he has exposed for the teenager to do whatever he wanted to with. He was excited to take it to the next limit.

"Thank you, ma'am. I'm excited to see Zack. Is he up in his room?" he asked, putting on that sweet suburban shine.

He pocketed the two hundred in his paw, his new price for watching over the cub every week. More than his allowance, and certainly worth it. The cub's parents nodded, waving him goodbye as he closed the door. As soon as the car drove off, a wicked smile formed over his muzzle.

"Zack," Turner called in a sing-song.

The cub was no doubt hiding from him, playing with his toys to take his mind off of his babysitter. Zack's parents were going to be gone-gone for the night, spending a night out together and crashing in a hotel. They wouldn't be back until the morning, more than enough time for the cub to recover.

Just as he suspected, the five year old cub was sitting on his rug in the middle of his room. He was in his night gown already, loose fitting pajamas and an equally baggy shirt. A toy truck ran back and forth, but he wasn't smiling. Instead, he was deep in thought, trying to work up some sort of argument in his head. 

"Aren't you gonna say hi?" Turner asked in that same patronizing way.

The cheetah's head went up bashfully, though his eyes lulled towards the side. "Hi," he whispered.

Turner stepped inside of the room, dropping down to the carpet on his knees. "Whatcha playing?"

Zack stopped rolling the truck and said, "Nothing." His eyes still towards the floor. All of the brat had been completely worked out of him.

"Do you want to play something else?"

The cheetah squinted, waiting a second before his head went up and down once. Before Turner could even get another word in, Zack blurted out frantically, "Well, um. Actually." He paused, thinking hard before saying, "Can we do it without the other stuff?"

Turner knew what other stuff he meant. It wasn't the sexual favors. Zack had no problems wrapping his tiny paws around the jaguars massive staff and beating him off. He didn't mind when the teenager making him lick up cum, even off of the ground. Hell, the little fuck didn't even seem to question it when he took hours and hours of video and thousands of pictures of him in questioning positions. Those were definitely going to pay big when he figured out how to sell them. No, the cub was concerned about the games Turner made him play in exchange for cummies. 

"You know it's what I like to do, and it only seems fair," Turner argued, but did so in his melodically high pitched chipper voice.

It made the cheetah's ears perk up, but he wasn't fully convinced. Zack nibbled on his lip, not giving a response quite yet. Turner worried if he was pushing this cub too far. He didn't want to break the boy, not while he could still get some used out of him. Still, he had his own needs and thought of those first.

"C'mon, you know it only lasts a little while and then he can have fun all night," Turner said, reaching a paw across the rug to touch the cheetah's chin. He pulled him upward, making sure they made eye contact before finishing, "Don't you want to have fun?"

He could see it in his eyes. That little kid probably trying every night to touch himself the way Turner could to no avail. A deep craving inside of himself, looking and pleasing for relief, but just not able to get there on his own. He needed the jaguar more than anything else on the planet, and so, he nodded once again.

"Good!" he said, jumping to his feet and pointing to the bed. "Nakie time. Just lie right on your back."

Zack was up shortly, stripping out of his clothes without any help. He'd gotten so used to it, he didn't even need Turner to prime the pump. His PJs and shirt were thrown to the floor, underwear falling underneath him as he crawled into his own bed. He laid on his back like he was told to, staring up at the ceiling blankly.

"You doing good in school?" Turner asked as he shed his own clothes off his body.

Zack seemed puzzled about the question, turning to look. "I think so," he said, more question than not.

The jaguar dropped on the side of the bed, cock out and halfway erect. His teenage pheromones instantly flooded the room, reaching out to every corner. He grabbed himself, giving himself a pump so that the cheetah could see. "How far can you count to?"

Turner reached a paw out and laid it on his hip. Pre drooled out of the tip of his cock, leaving a small puddle on the boy's sheets. Zack was thinking, holding his fingers out before saying, "Ten?"

With a wide smile, he looked to the cub and nodded his head up and down. "Good. Good," he said, looking up thoughtfully before saying, "I'm gonna teach you how to count to fifteen. Okay."

Turner scooched over closer to the boy, his body almost trembling with excitement. Zack wiggled the slightest bit away, not enough to get far from the jaguar. He reached forward, leaning over the cub as he put a finger to his little nub. Instantly, the cub melted, relaxing into the bed as Turner dragged his little weiner in a circle.

"Ohhh, okay," Zack said, moaning in agreement.

He really would do anything for that next orgasm, and Turner was gonna get him there. Just not yet.

"Alright, we're going to play a game," he started, feeling the boys penis about halfway hard. Before he could protest, Turner lowered his paw and grabbed hold of his tiny nut sack. Instantly, the cub froze up, but didn't dare move while he had him by his jewels. "It's an easy game. You've just got to count to ten and then I'll tell you what comes after and you'll repeat it. Then it'll be over."

"What'll be ov- Ow!!" The boy screamed out.

Turner's clasped his muzzle closed to keep the spit building in his mouth from running down the sides of his lips. He breathed sharply through his nose, loving feeling the two testicles in his palm get squished together tightly. In his lust, he could barely hear the cub screaming out in pair.

"Owie! Owie! Owie! No, stop!" The cub pleaded, but Turner only lessened his grip a little bit.

The teenager's cock flung up, loving to hear his pain and screams squeals. He sounded like a little piglet being yanked around by its leg. His body was convulsing, but the cub wasn't able to move with his nuts grabbed so hard. Turner's mind was overwhelmed by the sick satisfying pleasure of listening to the boy cry, but he managed to get it together long enough to speak again.

"Remember the rules of the game. It ends when we get to fifteen," he said in shaky words, hardly able to contain himself.

"Ow! Okay okay!" Zack said, claws digging into his sheets. "One, two, three, four, five- ahhh!" The words came out quickly, only stopped when the jaguar squeezed down hard again.

Turner gripped his shaft just as hard as he was holding onto the cubs balls. He beat off his dick in quick long motions, only barely able to focus his motor functions. His paw clinging onto the cheetah's nutsack would pull down just like his other paw did to stroke himself, adding further injury to his little testicles.

"It hurts! Make it stop," he sobbed, snot and tears running down his face.

Again, the jaguar loosened his grip, but added, "Almost there. Keep going. Keep going." He wasn't sure if it was for the cub or himself.

"Six, seven...nine?" he stuttered out, pounding his fist into the bed.

Turner rolled his balls around inside of his sack, getting a high pitched squeal from the cub. Zack's maw was open wide, a choking sound coming from his throat. Pre rolled down the jaguar's cock freely, loving the sight of his agony. "Missed one. C'mon, what is it?"

When he spoke, it was with that predatory hunger. His words were encouraging, and he had his sing-song high pitched voice on, but it was like he was teasing his prey. With the cub's maw fixed, he knew he wasn't going to get much out of him if he didn't help.

"It starts with an Aye, an Aye, an Aye."

"Eight! Eight!" Zack shouted through the tears.

Turner pulled at his sack again, getting a new wave of cries form the boy. His legs violently kicked into the air, not aimed at the teenager, but just trying to express his pain. He could feel his sore balls like they were ready to burst under the pressure.

"Nine! And Ten! Stop. I don't wanna play anymore," Zack cried out.

Turner knew his limit, knew he'd reached it. For now, at least. He let go, and instantly the cub crumbled in on himself. Zack was nothing but sons and nasty snorts, breathing in the snot and spit that was pouring out over every part of his face.

Turner couldn't take it anymore. He practically kept up onto the bed, getting on his knees and crawling over the cub. Zack was sticking in a fetal position, paws inside of his crotch as he held his injured nutsack. It didn't bother him. He didn't need him for anything else. It was enough to just watch him in his pain.

The teenager just grabbed his nine inches of cock with both paws, and began pumping his cock furiously. He'd never felt so good in his god damn life before. He just stared down at the broken cub, watching his little body quiver. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life.

Drool leaked out of the sides of his muzzle as he moaned in pleasure. He felt his orgasm approaching, nothing like he'd ever felt before. A few hot snorts and gasps let out of his muzzle as he breached past of the point of no return. His cock aimed straight at the little boy beneath him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Here it comes!" Turner cried out between loud moans.

And after three strong pumps of his cock, he hit it. His eyes practically rolled into the back of his head and his cock twitched hard. Cum dribbled out at first, pouring from his crown like water. And then, the pressure became too much and the first rope shot hard out of his cock.

It kept over the cub, slapping right into his headboard with a loud thump. The string tailed behind, landing over the sobbing cub. His second rope went straight for the cheetah's muzzle, catching him from one side of his snout and ending on the tuff of white on his ear. Zack flinched as another caught him on the side, matting his fur down where it landed.

The rest was a hose of cum spraying out and landing wherever. Turner couldn't be bothered to aim. It just splashed all over the little boy and his sheets. Droplets showered all over as he pumped himself dry. A wet pool puddled beneath him, most of it rolling off of his heavy sack.

All at once, Turner's body went limp. His shoulders dropped and he leaned back. Only his knees supported him, but they soon gave way too until the teenager had dropped onto the bed, panting like a wild animal. The afterglow blended with the intense orgasm, his mind swirling inside of his own head.

It took fifteen minutes before the cub could recover, but Turner could barely move. Zack crawled up to his side, giving him a nudge. He felt the little paws rubbing against his hip as he laid there with his eyes closed. Even when he did respond, it wasn't to the cub.

"Wow," Turner said, reaching a paw out and placing it flat on the bed.

He pushed himself up, taking a deep sigh before letting out a whoop. Nothing had ever felt even remotely as good as that. He'd busted cub's balls in the past, but never for that long and never that rough. Just thinking about it made his spent shaft twitch out another glob of cum.

"Turner," Zack said, nudging him again.

The jaguar shook his head, trying to wake himself out of his afterglow. He turned to the cub, seeing the little cheetah rub his paws together nervously. Turner rolled his eyes, realizing he still had his part of the bargain to uphold. He would have much rather enjoyed his afterglow for a bit longer.

"Alright. Come here," he said straightening himself up and waving a paw to him.

Despite the awful treatment, Zack crawled forward with his crotch extended. There was a red glow under the white fur of his sack. Even then, his little baby dick was already hard, waiting for the jaguar's touch. He really would do anything for that next fix.

*****

Tears ran down the sides of the cheetah's muzzle as he crotched over the toy Rock-a-stack. The rings had been removed, leaving only the yellow cone just above his butt. He hated when Turner wanted to do butt stuff with him. His tight entrance was already sore from the jaguar fingering him to "loosen him up".

He wasn't sure what that meant. He didn't feel like he needed to be loose. All he wanted to do was get this over with so he could have his cummies. The cummies felt so good, and he couldn't even sleep well unless Turner had given him some for the day.

It'd been almost a year now since he got his first taste, and he still couldn't touch himself the way that the teenager could. Every time though, Turner would want to play his game first. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he just have the cummies? But he needed it and would pay any price for it.

"That's it. Keep going down. Just a little further," the jaguar encouraged.

He was behind him with his phone out, recording the trembling cub as he lowered himself over the toy. His no-no was being recorded for God knows what reason. Turner was obsessed with taking pictures and videos of the cub. He'd hoped that none of these would ever be seen by the other kids in kindergarten. It was so embarrassing.

"Only a little bit, right?" Zack asked, but he knew it didn't matter. Turner could make him do anything.

He didn't respond, and so the cheetah lowered himself a bit more. He felt the bulbous end touch against his no-no and stopped. His parents told him he was never supposed to touch things against his butt, but Turner said it'd be fine. It has to be fine.

With that thought and the promise of cummies after, he pushed himself down a half inch. It burned, his hole clenching up immediately as the top forced its way against him. Immediately, he leapt up and turned to the jaguar.

"It hurts. Please don't make me," he pleaded, wanting it to stop.

He watched the jaguar come up behind him, knowing full well that he wasn't going to get his way. "Don't worry. I'll help you," he said as he wrapped his paws around his ass.

He spread his butt cheeks out and pushed him downward. Zack looked ahead, doing his best to stay strong. All he had to do was what Turner told him to do and then he'll get the cummies. It was going to be worth it. He just needed to endure it for just a little bit.

Again, the tip of the cone touched against his hole. Turner didn't let up, keeping his spread wide against it. With help from the jaguar, he was lowered down a bit further until he felt it spreading him. His prepubescent ring stretched him painfully and he cried out again.

"Owie! Ow! Ow! Ow!" he cried, but Turner wouldn't let him pull away from it.

The yellow cone just kept pushing and pushing, his no-no feeling like it was on fire. The cheetah squealed and squirmed, wiggling against the toy until it finally went all the way in with a pop. All at once, the pressure lessened, but not the pain. He felt it in him, and the urge to push it back out was immense.

"There! See! That wasn't so bad," Turner said in his cheery voice.

It was. The plastic top of the con sat in him uncomfortably. It felt even worse than Turner's fingers, but at least it didn't wiggle around inside of him. That feeling of something inside of him, feeling it's way around him make his tummy feel weird. This was more uncaring and cold, just prying him open and splitting him in half.

"Alright, so we're gonna do ten punchies, okay? You have to hold it in you the entire time, or we're gonna have to put it back in," Turner said over his sobs.

He barely understood any of it, just nodding his head up and down to speed things along. Turner was in front of him, but he could barely see through the tears. The jaguar had crouched down, getting to his knees. Only his wide wicked smile could be made out clearly.

"Alright, here's one."

There was a pause, Zack having enough time to take a deep breath in. A paw grabbed hold of his arm, keeping him put. The toy was still firmly inside of himself, even though he could feel his rectum trying to push it out. He blinked out tears just in time to see the teenagers arm go back.

Then watched as his fist came souring into his crotch. Even when he flinched, it was enough to get him to safety. The jaguar's massive paw came colliding against the underside of his sack, his balls painfully knocking deep into himself. There was a meaty thud before all the world went quiet.

Even as his maw was open wide and he could feel his throat reverberating in a scream, he could hear his own cries. The cub had instantly crumpled over, falling on his side. He felt the toy topple with him, his tailhole clenched tightly around the bulb.

Only when he gasped for air, did all the sound come back. His ears were ringing with how loud he was crying out. All of his body hurt, and his tummy felt sick. He clutched onto his balls hard, trying to hide them away. They both felt swollen in his paw, practically burning with how hot they felt.

Turner instantly stood up, standing over the cub with his shaft in paw. He was stroking his cock above him, the head bouncing around with every pump. Pre drooled out from the tip, splattering him all over as he got off to the cub crying on the floor.

Zack just stared up at him, his eyes wide. His nose and mouth felt sticky in both snot and the jaguar's pre. He let out one loud gutteral wale, getting it all out of his system in front of the teenager. He'd hope that Turner would see it and feel some pity, but the teenager's eyes were hungry. This was what he wanted to see. His pain was what the predator was feasting on.

"C'mon, c'mon. Get up. It'll be easier the second time," Turner said, but neither boy believed it.

Zack put his palms on the floor, clutching at the carpet as he clumsily tried to pick himself up. Turner was fast to help, getting over the cub and wrapping paws around his sides. The cock bobbed over him, getting close as he was lifted up to his feet. It slapped around his face, leaving a smear of pre and his hot smelling musk all over his nose. He was put back into position, the toy miraculously having stayed inside of him.

His no-nos, his weenie, his balls, and his gut all hurt so much, but he just snorted in the snot clinging from his nose. He reminded himself that this was all for that special touch that only Turner knew how to give him. Zack crouched in front of the jaguar, letting the base of the toy relax on the carpet again. Then he waited for the next hit, knowing he'd do anything for one more cummies.