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To destroy your enemy, know them better than they know themselves. Usually a slogan that one would expect to be plastered across a tee shirt, or some brazen social media post, but for Victor the Russian Bear, they were for most of his life, his agenda. He was not young as the loving Otter that he was engaged in an affair was, he was quite older, not even Jacob truly knew his age at this point, it had never mattered. The truth was that while Jacob, the stoner otter that quite easily had his heart was sleeping in a crib, the young Victor was a ranking member of the KGB, with a specialty in espionage, who had mastered the craft of baiting those he needed into a false sense of security to give him results. This was different, though, one was in service to his country, this was truly love, he genuinely cared for the softly snoring otter under his arm, he valued him, wanted him, and had fought for nearly three years through several various risky situations he had normally not even found himself in during his time as a spy, and he hardly had any intention of giving it up. The horse, Bale, his newest target was not some rival spy, or someone he ever even imagined he would dislike on such a massive scale without ever truly meeting, he was Jacob's mate, the person who didn't deserve that title, who used the Otter for sex, forced him into various restaurants and fairs that the otter had little desire to be a part of in the first place, and in general, carried himself with too much arrogance for a middle class stallion. Jacob must of known that as well, because since roughly the two month mark of his relationship with Bale, he had been blatantly cheating on the horse with Victor, but until last night, Victor was all but certain that it was purely for the taboo thrill, but now, it had never been more obvious, Jacob loved him, and needed him, and after years of military service, then having to move to his former enemy country in the middle of a rural township, and generally fighting most of his life, what was one more sabotage.

Jacob kicked his leg as he slept in the bear's embrace, the pair of them laying comfortably on the Otter's sofa, as Victor caressed his long haired scalp, wondering if it was a nightmare or better that was causing the otter's movement. Nothing else seemed to matter for right now, sure, Victor had already cultivated a wonderful plan on how he would separate the ungrateful horse from Jacob, he had that for years, but in this moment only comforting the sleeping, used otter, was on his mind, his pure attention being devoted to the bundle of misunderstood marijuana scented otter boy under his arms. "Mmh...what time is it...?" Jacob sleepily muttered, opening and then quickly closing his eyes as the sun greeted them through his rickety window blinds. "Is two in afternoon." Victor said, smiling down at his slowly awakening lover. "Fuck me, why'd you let me sleep so long dude..." Jacob said, slowly and achingly sitting up, Victor's arm staying around his shoulder as he did. "You were upset, and in pain from fucking horse." Victor replied, rubbing his hand up and down along the spine of the twink otter that leaned forward, his webbed hands digging around under a table, and finding a joint that had been tucked there for probably far longer than it should of been. "Do not inhale gross weed, I have good as usual." Victor stopped him, motioning toward his long black coat hanging near the door. "Is in coat." Jacob's eyes beamed as he said that and went to his feet, groaning as he did, the pain surging through his body from the night before. "Oh my god..." Victor softly held the Otter and sat him gently back down onto his sofa, as he walked himself to the coat and retrieved a bag of marijuana, another from his contact, as he tossed it to Jacob happily. Being a former spy gave the bear a lot of contacts on both the legal and not so legal sides of things, he could always keep his loving Otter supplied, could Bale say the same?

Jacob felt the pain subside as he had packed his bong with some of the fresh weed, taking a long and extended drag, Victor noticing that the hit was far greater than the otter usually took, as he sat back down at his side. "Second thoughts...?" Jacob exhaled like a dragon as smoke bellowed from his mouth, his long ruddered tail slapping against the couch as he fell back and rested his head on the bear's shoulder. "Ahh, fuck, hell no babe, you're my jam now I know that, but, I just aint sure about doing the thing..." he replied, looking up at the bear with hazing eyes. Victor smiled and looked back into those eyes with a confident grin. "You want best way of being mine, I tell you it work." Jacob, falling into the familiar lull of high, smiled and let out a little chuckle as he replied "Well I mean yeah I wanna be tour's but, like, don't you think it's a bit overkill?" Victor shook his head and firmly patted the otter's back, smiling warmly as he did. "Nothing is overkill in this plan, you need safety and you need me, I give." Jacob turned to face the Bear and leaned up, his weed smelling breath was such an arousing scent to Victor, the scent reminding him of the old days when he could of been shot for enjoying it simply adding to his love of the smell, as he pressed his lips to the needing Otter and kissed him adoringly, sealing their love as they have so many times before. Jacob softly pulled back from the kiss and rubbed his soft hand over the bear's strong bicep as he nodded. "Alright, alright, you're right..." Victor grinned as he licked his lips, savoring the otter's taste as he replied. "He had no worry of last night being overkill..." Jacob shrugged and nodded, flopping onto his back and kicking his feet up onto the bear's lap, smiling as he did. "Hey boo, when you're right, you're right...so...guess you can do the first parts now..." Victor, excited, looked to the otter while one hand began loving rubbing over his legs, and his other retrieved his phone "You said wait few days?" Jacob nodded and reached over for his bong, taking it in his hands "For the finale yeah I need to recharge Hun, the other parts don't involve my asshole." he said, taking the bong to his lips. Victor smiled a devilish smile, years of planning have finally came to fruition, as he unlocked his phone and searched around for a number he had saved a long while ago, finding it, and hitting the call button, a few moments of buzzing before a voice answered "Hello, Human Resources?" "Yes, hello, I would like to file a complaint on your employee, Bale Legate..."

~two days later~

"I HAVE NO IDEA WHY!" Bale furiously shouted, slamming his fist off the wall for the third time that day, his forehead veiny as he screamed into the phone. "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THEM?!" "Mister Legate, your language is not helping your situation." The voice babbled back, as the stallion simply fell deeper into anger. "FUCK LANGUAGE...FOUR YEARS!" The voice, clearly not entertained, firmly replied. "Then consider the suspension indefinite, goodbye Mr. Legate." Bale, irate beyond measure, threw his phone, it softly slapping into the cushions of a chair across the room, as Jacob watched the Horse's rage from the dinner table in Bale's dining room, he felt even more assurance that Victor was right about him all along. "It's just a job, Bale, relax..." Bale gritted his teeth together as he pointed an index finger at Jacob, his hooves clacking roughly across the floor as he walked toward the otter. "I just got fucking fired after four years for sexually harassing someone I don't even fucking KNOW?!, besides, what would you fucking know about work?!" The older horse spoke down to him, Jacob's eyes welling with tears as he replied. "I...I'm sorry..." Bale huffed angrily and just walked away, clacking to his sofa and burying his long snout in his hands. "It's...not your fault...I fucking...needed a new job anyway...we'll make this work...It'll be alright..." Bale muttered, not apologizing, further pushing Jacob away, who simply sighed as he tapped his fingers on the table. "I know it will be." he replied, knowing it would be, Victor was so far right, the reaction that Bale was having was exactly as the bear predicted, it was working though, and he felt relief knowing his mate would be in no mood to undo all the relaxation that he had gone through back there, otherwise the last part would be even more difficult than it was already shaped out to be. Jacob's phone's soft buzz of vibration jolted him from the temper tantrum Bale was having, as he read the Bear's message "Was I right?" For a mere moment, the pained expression on Bale's face nearly made Jacob feel bad about their actions, but that curled lip on the stallion's face reminded him of that glaring, pain causing expression of the other night, as he replied honestly to Victor. "yea u right." Jacob placed his phone down on the table as Bale inhaled and stood up, looking to his mate. "I'm going to go down to the staffing agency, at least I can get a temp job or something...Okay baby?" the otter nodded and motioned toward the door, intentionally cold. "I hope something works out..." Bale, too irate to realize he had been dismissed, walked out the front door of his house, a few moments after he left, Jacob replied, and smiled, licking over his teeth as he tapped. "OK boo he gone time 4 your fun part uwu" and walked toward the front door, tapping a few buttons on the security pad that Bale had forgotten to arm as he departed, arming it himself, and returning to the couch, sending a final text back to Victor. "ready"

Roughly twenty minutes after sending that text, Jacob heard the rumbling of an engine pulling into the driveway as he ran to the window, Victor was exiting the driver's side of a black van that the Otter had never seen before, as the bear walked toward the door, he was clad in black clothing, and a mask that covered the unique face of the ursine, Jacob felt a legitimate excitement as he looked at the bear in such tactical garb, and took a deep breath, getting into character, running toward the kitchen and preparing himself for what comes next. The loud splintering crack of a door being kicked from it's hinges echoed through the house, as Victor walked inside, drawing a replica handgun, putting on a good show for the cameras which had no doubt started rolling the moment the security system as he walked toward the kitchen, looking at the half-dressed Jacob, and smirking through his mask as he raised the pistol, audibly yelling more for the camera than the otter as he barked out "You, OUTSIDE!" Jacob threw his hands up and made a halfway believable yelp as he was held at faux gunpoint, as Victor placed a burner flip phone on the coffee table with a note that read "CALL ME" and grabbed Jacob's neck, leading him out to the black van, ushered him gently into the back of the van and slammed the doors. The inside of the van was carpeted, and comfortably air conditioned, but the cameras wouldn't know that, as the otter giggled in his new role as captive and laid back against the pillows his captor had so kindly provided, as he hopped into the driver's seat of the van and sped off. "Well geez, the neighbors in this county seem to really care about the crime rates." Jacob giggled as he spoke, Victor removing his mask with one hand on the wheel. "As long as Bale cares, Is all that matters." Jacob tapped his bare feet against the soft shag carpeting of the van's floor, relaxing and smiling. "I missed you and I'm happy this is going down but, what seventies porn star did you steal this shit off of?" Victor laughed as he replied. "Is my contact's, same one who gives me grass for you, you should be thanking!" Jacob leaned over the driver's seat and kissed his bear kidnapper on his cheek. "I will thank you in the last part." The bear audibly growled in excitement. "I cannot wait..."

Two hours, it took two hours for Bale to even recognize that Jacob had been kidnapped, at gunpoint, in his own home, but when he did arrive at his invaded home with the note and phone on the coffee table, he quickly obeyed the note's request and flipped it open, dialing the first contact on the burner and listened, panicked, to the buzzing of the ringing. The other burner phone near Victor's arm buzzed with life, as he was laid back on his armchair, with Jacob firmly tucked between his muscular bear thighs, his erect ursine cock was being lovingly sucked by the 'kidnapped' otter, as he hardly noticed the vibrations, reaching over and flipping the phone with one hand, keeping the other planted on the otter's long hair as he bobbed his head. "Good, you can read." Victor said into the phone, surprising Jacob with how convincing his fake voice was, it almost sounded British. "Where is my Otter?!" Bale yelped, with the voice of concern over lost property, Victor chuckled into the phone and replied. "You will bring yourself, unarmed, to 112 Samuel Street, call police and you will never see Otter again." The faux British speaking bear smirked as he said, stifling a moan from the slurping otter's service, hardly able to contain it as Jacob spun his skilled tongue around the thick bear shaft. "Why?! I don't have money, I just got fired, I can't pay you, what are you doing this for?!" Bale replied fearfully, his voice cracking. "Just be there, or he will never come back." Victor said, closing the phone with a clack, and letting out a roar. "Stop love, I'll cum." He pleaded growling softly as he rustled the otter's long hair. Jacob grinned and gave the slimy tip of Victor's pre leaking bear cock a warm, affectionate and lustful kiss, before scooting back and looking up at him. "This is bar none the naughtiest shit I ever got up to, proud of me babe?" Victor smirked and tucked his still intensely erect cock into his boxers, strapping up his slacks, then placed his large hands under the otter's armpits and lifted him clean off his feet, into his arms in a loving embrace. "I am very proud, now come, we must get to warehouse."

Bale was always a gullible, careless stallion, maybe it was the years of living in a less than friendly township, maybe it was purely his stubborn nature, or just a lack of self security, but as Victor predicted and as he was instructed, the horse arrived at the old dingy warehouse, clearly abandoned for some time and slowly walked toward the open garage door, his hands were shaking as he walked from the sunlight into the musty darkness of the warehouse. "Hello?" He called out, and after he did, the garage door activated and creaked metallically as it closed, trapping him in the darkness. Bale felt his heart racing, his fists balled as he half fearful and half aggressively yelled out. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" There was no reply, just a light, a bright string of light bulbs turned on over what must of been a former foreman's office, as Bale instinctively walked toward it, taking care not to trip over anything laying around on the abandoned warehouse floor, as he walked through the door, and was greeted with a horrifying sight. Jacob was kneeled down on hands and knees, as the masked Victor stood behind him, the replica gun barrel to the back of the otter's head, as he firmly spoke. "Cuffs on chair. Sit down. place them on." Bale stopped in his tracks for a moment, looking at his dazed otter, he had been drugged, he had to of been, he hardly was moving whilst on his knees, he wobbled slightly, not a tear, not an emotion, as his long hair covered his face, the gun adding to the horror, as Bale looked to the left, an old metal chair with a pair of handcuffs dangling from either side. "If I do...How do I know you won't just shoot him...?" Bale asked, as he slowly moved to the chair and sat down, the masked bear following him with his eyes. "Cuffs. Now." Victor firmly said, reaching his finger to the hammer of the replica pistol, and pulling it back. Bale saw the hammer cock and fearfully he complied, sliding each of his wrists into the cuffs and not daring to move, Victor kept the barrel pointed firmly at Jacob as he moved to Bale, securing the cuffs, immobilizing the horse's arms behind the metal back rest of the chair in an x formation. Now the fear was at it's pinnacle, Bale was so lost, confused and terrified as he moved his arms, this cuff strategy was nothing like he had felt, if he strained too much it hurt his shoulders, he was absolutely trapped, at the mercy of a gunman who had taken his mate hostage, this was something he had only ever read or watched on television before, not reality. The fear would of continued without end, but the bear walked back over to Jacob with a grin on his face, and lifted the replica gun to his head. "Pew."

Jacob broke out into a laugh, his long hair parted to reveal his ruby red bloodshot eyes, the otter had indeed been drugged, on his own accord, he was baked, as Victor reached up and removed his mask. "You are dead." The bear said as he dropped the replica handgun on the ground, smirking to the now restrained horse. Bale was shocked, confused, and most of all, angered, as he tried again to no avail to move his bound arms, the gravity of his own body kept the restraint firm, he wanted so badly to move, but could only watch his mate and the now revealed bear share a laugh. "What the actual fuck is going on?!" Bale barked out, Victor softly running his free hand over Jacob's long hair, affectionately. "What do you care, you care more for capitalist money than you do for otter." Victor replied, dropping his accent. "Well now we show you love." Bale struggled, and failed to break free again, as he looked at Jacob. "You know him?!" The otter giggled and nodded in reply, fondly nuzzling his head against the large paw of the bear. "Since the start Bale, I let him fuck me at the fair, I let him fuck me before pretty much every date, in a dressing room, at a bar, in your bed..." Bale screamed out. "WHORE!". Victor patted Jacob's head and walked firmly to the horse, his right hand gripping the long snout, his other undoing his pants. "You respect Jacob, or I will make YOU whore." Bale struggled, he could kick him, but the chair was just low enough he couldn't stretch his legs out properly, he couldn't punch, and his teeth were being clenched tightly, he could only see one way out of this. "Pleash shtop" He uttered, closing his eyes, tears slowly welling as he did, Victor let go of his mouth and grinned. "You will not learn any other way..." Victor said, letting his semi hard cock drop from his boxers, as he grinned to Bale, and reached down, unzipping Bale's pants as well, freeing the unwilling bound horse's flaccid cock. "Let us do a science experiment yes?" Bale watched in anger and confusion as he was exposed, and the Bear reached behind him, pulling out another folding chair, and taking a seat, casually next to him, smirking smugly the entire time. "Do favor for me Jacob?" Jacob looked up, as he licked his lips, grinning, they had rehearsed so many times for this, as the cooing, excited otter smiled and crawled on all fours toward them both. "Yeah?" He said warmly in reply. "Suck your mate's cock..." Victor ordered. Bale was relieved for a moment, thinking this all was an elaborate prank, some form of kinky gang bang, as Jacob was just ordered to suck his mate, but his optimism and heart alike both shattered, as he watched wide-eyed as Jacob eagerly leaned his head into Victor's lap, sliding the bear's cock into his accepting mouth.

Victor let out a pleasured moan, as his cock began to flow with life and hardened to the eager otter's familiar, skilled mouth wrapping around it, as he nudged Bale with his elbow, smirking coyly. "You like view? Is mine now, dumb fucking horse..." Bale couldn't take his eyes off his seemingly ex mate's mouth wetly and warmly bobbing downward over the thick, hardening bear cock, his own equine shaft would be ignored as it hardened from the heart wrenching view, and his own heartbeat as he let out a saddened wail. "PLEASE STOP?!" No answer, other than a wet slurp from Jacob, as he pushed his head down, deepthroating the bear, who groaned out in reply. "You shut your fucking mouth or I tape it...Yes my otter beauty, keep sucking..." Jacob reached down and grasped ahold of his own hardening otter shaft as he let it free from his shorts, gripping it and stroking in sync with his bobbing head's service, droplets of his sticky pre landing on the dirty floor beneath him, as his tongue lapped around the base. Victor's moans were only echoed by Bale's sobs, the horse's body had gone limp, other than his involuntarily hardening cock, it's flaring tip ignored by Jacob as Victor chuckled, leaning over and slapping it's length dismissively, sending a sharp sting through Bale as he did "Look at this, he likes the show." Bale whined "N- No this is horrible please stop..." Jacob slowly pushed the throbbing warmth of his ursine love down his throat a few more times, audibly gagging and slurping on it, as his soft webbed hands caressed the heavy, full bear balls under it, and slowly slid upward, letting the pulsing bear's cock leave his mouth as his marijuana scented breath returned and he panted, smiling up at the bear, strings of saliva lewdly connecting his lips and the tip of Victor's throbbing cock. "Then...huff...huff...he's really gonna love this..." Victor grinned as he stood up from the metal chair, leaving the sobbing, heartbroken mess of a horse behind them as he walked with Jacob toward the abandoned desk of the former warehouse manager, and the otter seductively dropped his shorts to his ankles, and leaned his body over the dusty desk, his long ruddered tail lifting behind him, exposing his soft and inviting tailhole. "See Bale, this is how you fuck your mate without hurting them for days..." Jacob teased, as he looked back at Victor, who was positioning his saliva lubed cock at the eagerly quivering otter's hole, pushing the tip inside of him growling while he did. Bale whined, watching this other man slide into his mate, remembering how he did the same, hearing those words, gathering some logic as to why this torture was happening, he muttered through dripping tears "I'm...Sorry..." as Victor gripped ahold of Jacob's thighs and pushed inside deeper, ignoring the Horse entirely, Jacob did reply, he replied honestly, and eagerly. "I don't give a fuck..."

Victor shoved his cock deeply into Jacob, rutting into him atop that dusty desk, in a way he had never done before, roughly, but lovingly, his hands gripping tighter into the otter twink's thighs, his violently throbbing cock leaked deeply into his new mate, as his growls and huffs grew louder, the thrusting bear's cock slamming into Jacob's prostate with better precision and intent than any of their previously cheating fucks had compared to. The mood in the room was romance between the two, and heartbreak for the other, as Bale watched three years of relationship being fucked away mere feet away from him, the warm, yelping squeaks of the otter that he once heard for himself, being taken out of him from this fucking bear, it wasn't fair, it wasn't right...but it was over and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Jacob however was in nirvana, his body was spasming and quivering with every thrust the studly, perfect bear shoved into him, his shaking and pre oozing cock under him grinding off the dusty desk, his toes curled in ecstasy, his hole warm and enveloping around Victor's increasingly rough pulsing bear hood. "You. Are. Mine." Victor said, timing his words with his thrusts, Jacob clawed his fingers along the desk as he replied, "Always..aahh, w was baby!" Bale stayed silent, he slumped in his chair, he couldn't close his eyes and look away, but he couldn't accept it as reality either, he was bewildered as Victor slammed into the deep, warmth of his former mate. "Do you want it slut?" Victor said with a coy grin, looking back at Bale, locking eyes with the cucked, heartbroken horse, his smile wide, the only thing sweeter than the otter's voluptuous ass, was victory. "I want it so f- fucking badly!" Jacob pleaded, the desk cracking and creaking under them both, as he whined out. "Want it more than fucking horse?" Victor teased, not taking his eyes off Bale's crying gaze. "So much more, I love you more, I want you more, fucking spunk in my ass babe make me yours finally! PLEASE!" Jacob rattled off, his lust and love meeting, as his smaller otter cock spurted ropes of unexpected cum, the amazing thrusts of the bear had milked him entirely hands free against the dirty desk underneath his violently fucked body, his eyes rolled back as he squirted. "Going to fill your dirty little otter ass with a true man's seeds and make you mine own!" Victor said, his English breaking, he had never felt more in love with Jacob, more alive in competition as he stomped Bale's heart while he thrusted, years of preparation, years of fantasy, it was happening, Victor had won, Bale was destroyed, the otter was his, all he had left was to claim his prize. "I'm...going...to...cum!" Bale fruitlessly cried out, "Please...don't!...Baby...no..." Those words only made it more intense for Victor, slamming his large body downward against the cumming, writhing otter, burying his veiny throbbing rod deeply into him, and erupting in the most intense orgasm the pair had ever shared, a tidal wave of white hot cum spraying into the otter with such incredible force that some splattered around the bear's cock and out of the otter, coating the desk in more mess, as the bear's roar filled the room, a passionate loving roar.

The room was filled with cries, whines, pants, and moans, as the bear bucked his hips a few more times into the stretched, filled otter under him and smiled. "Take it all." Jacob could hardly think straight, he was completely fucked dry, his cock was already going flaccid in the puddle of cum that Victor had fucked out of him, his lungs hurt from the dust and moans he had been giving out, his body was fucked limp, he couldn't imagine a better high. Bale cried, struggling still against his restraints, all hope had been lost of fixing his now freshly destroyed relationship, at this point, he just wanted to get out of the chair and put his achingly hard cock away which had dangled and throbbed in front of him, shamefully the entire time his mate was stolen. Victor smirked, petting and rubbing his hands over the otter's sweaty back, smiling at the horse as he did. "When he is ready, we will be leaving, you call police, we make life very hard on you, I have many friends who can do worse than fuck your boyfriend, you understand?" Victor said, coyly, Bale simply nodding, he had no intention of running to the law, he just wanted to leave. "I won't...say anything..." Victor, in one final glorious victory lap, smirked. "Say you are happy for him." Bale felt his stomach churn, his eyes welled with tears as he lied. "I'm...happy...for you...Jacob..." The otter, giggling as his afterglow slowly faded, placed his palms on the table and nodded to Victor who slowly, pulled out of his dripping wet, stretched hole, admiring his work and giving the creamed cheeks a slap with each hand. "So sweet of you to say Bale, I'm happy too..." Jacob weakly replied. Victor walked to Bale, cum dripping from his softening cock, as he gripped the horse's shirt and pulled, ripping it clean from his shoulders, using it to wipe his cock clean, and tossing it to the weak otter, who also wiped his freshly fucked hole with the shirt, as the two finished wiping up, Victor tossed the shirt back to the writhing horse, grinning. "Is how you say...Keepsake...do not follow us." Victor reached down, picking the dainty otter up over his shoulder and walked toward the door of the abandoned office, reaching into his pocket and tossing a key to the cuffs to Bale's hooves. "All you need to do is take deep breath and lean back up...it will hurt, but you will be free." The bear said, teasingly, as they left, Jacob had smiled and teasingly waved goodbye to Bale, the horse couldn't cry anymore, he was far too dry, but he wailed, knowing it would be the last time he saw his formerly treasured otter.

~five months later~

In a new city, far from the homophobic, country trash township that he and Victor had to escape that fateful night a few months ago, Jacob was enjoying a few drinks at a downtown night club, his tongue licking over the salted rim of a margarita as he enjoyed the music bumping from the speakers. "Hey cutie, this seat taken...?" It was taken, by Victor, who was currently on his way to meet his committed mate of five months for their club date, as Victor had let the otter choose it's location, but as Jacob turned around in his stool to meet the face of the tall, muscular tiger he had never met before that asked, he smirked and brushed his hair over his ear, his promise ring obviously showing in the light as he did. "Not yet, my boyfriend will be here in about twenty minutes or so..." The tiger grinned, and slipped his hand intentionally down the Otter's back to his soft ass, groping it firmly through his shorts. "Then I guess we better hurry up, huh...?"Jacob giggled and hopped from his stool, gripping the Tiger by his crotch trough his jeans, ushering an excited laughing purr from the big cat, walking with him toward the bathroom. Some habits die hard, besides...

Victor didn't need to know...