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Alphonse had just turned 14 on Friday. And he was loving his new birthday present. It was a very expensive camcorder his mother had given him. And for the entire weekend he hadn't put it down. In fact he was driving his parents nuts. Insisted he was making it for his "vlog," which, he'd needed to explain to his parents (his father especially) was a video log intended to be posted on the Internet.

Alex had panicked and made his son promise to run the tapes by him first so he could edit out anything that would bring very unwelcome attention from child protective services, to say nothing of the police. Alphonse, already considering himself a great director, had refused and insisted his footage never be altered, forcing Alex to finally just demand he not post them online. Alphonse reluctantly agreed but continued addressing nonexistent "viewers" every time he dictated into the camera.

Minerva almost regretted giving it to him, but then decided he looked too cute walking around aiming it at everything in sight. Mostly himself. Come Monday morning he still hadn't let up, and, after Alex called him down for breakfast, the newly 14 rabbit boy came trumping down the stairs with the camera in hand, and as he entered the kitchen, aimed it at his parents as they ate breakfast.

"The parental units in their natural habitat, tonight on Discovery... perhaps they will mate for us..." he was saying, trying his best to sound like Crocodile Dundee. "So, Mom, gonna breach Dad's anal region tonight? How 'bout it, Dad? Storm the foxholes?"

Alex palmed the lens, shoving the camera away with an annoyed grunt as he ate his buttered croissant. Alphonse could tell his father was growing weary of his obsession with the camera. Minerva, however, was beaming with motherly pride. And impish desire. She smirked across the table at her husband.

"We might," she said, and then turned to her son. "But later. Right now, you need to get ready for school."

Alphonse set the camera down, but kept it running. After going and getting himself a bowl of Fruity Pebbles he sat down and aimed the recorder at himself, no longer speaking in an atrociously false Australian accent but continuing to narrate.

"Anyway, dear viewers," he said, "as I was explaining last night before going to bed, sluts deserve to be treated like shit. My mom and dad said so."

"True," said Minerva, for the record. She blinked. "Wait, what are we talking about here ? Is it a cute little piece of ass or... ?" She was wondering whether Alphonse had taken up sexual habits with grown women now. At least, grown women besides herself. She was uncertain how she felt about the idea.

Alphonse glanced over, talking to Minerva now rather than into the camera. "I guess," he said. "Just some faggot at school who shows up dressed in girlie clothes, showing us his butt a lot."

Minerva was relieved that her son only meant another male student. Part of her, though, secretly wished her son had been sleeping with an older woman. She would've loved raping and killing said bitch for daring to lay a hand upon her little Alphonse. Alex, for his part, was being unusually quiet. Some recent issues involving a business rival of his, Co Dan, and the subsequent police involvement had made him uneasy. Only Minerva was laid back enough to insist it would blow over.

Alphonse knew nothing about Co Dan or the police and despite their mutual knowledge of what their son had inflicted upon his thus far only babysitter, Alex and Minerva were intent on keeping it that way. Especially with him wielding a camera everywhere he went.

Turning back to the subject of the boy at school who enjoyed showing off his rear end, Minerva said, "Go ahead and fuck him then. Hell, tape it if you want to. Does he only show you or does he show everyone? Because if it's just you, he wants you to tap that."

"Everyone says he shows them but I've only seen him do it to me," Alphonse responded, pouting.

Minerva laughed a bit and pulled her son over into her lap from his chair. " It means he likes you and wants you to fuck him," she said, ruffling his hair.

Her son churred softly at he hair ruffle. "If he does," he said, "I'm gonna make him ask me for it."

"That's my boy," Minerva said, and kissed his head.

"'Cause if you want something you ask for it, first," said Alphonse. He paused for a moment and then smirked. "Well, except me. I don't ask. I take."

His father gave him a stern glance. Alphonse, who knew his place despite his arrogance, softened a bit under Alex's steely gaze and hastily added, "Except when it's you or Dad. Then I ask nicely."

"Goddamn right you better ask, first," Alex said. "But if it's anybody besides me or your mother, son, you go ahead and stick it to them. Plow that tight ass and return home forthwith to tell of your conquest."

"Huh...?" Alphonse asked, cocking his head at his father's word usage.

Alex sighed. "Fuck the little fag, then give us the details."

Minerva picked up the video camera and placed it in her son's hands. "Here you go, darling," she said. "Enjoy."

"And be careful with it at school," Alex said. "It was expensive."

Alphonse grumbled in response and was administered a firm swat on the rear by his mother, forcing him to say, "Yes, sir," before he finished his cereal as Minerva nodded her approval of how quickly Alphonse learned his manners. When the time came to leave, he kissed both parents goodbye, full on the lips, as was their custom; Alex slipped him a bit of tongue as an apology for being so stern with him, and fondled the boy's genitals through his pants, earning a little groan from his son.

After that, he was given his second smack on the ass that morning and sent on his way, grabbing his backpack and rushing off with the camera. Minerva smiled a little bit as she watched her son go, finding that despite having already abused, raped and ultimately murdered his babysitter only a few months ago, he was still a child and in his own way innocent.

"He's such a little darling," she said. "I can't wait to see what he does with his life."

"He's going into real estate and construction like I did," Alex said firmly.

Minerva turned and looked at her husband. "Oooh," she said. "You think so, hmm? You never wanted to do anything other than that?"

Alex shrugged indifferently. "Not really," he admitted. "As long as I made oodles of money and got to do whatever I wanted, who cares?" After a moment, he smirked and added, "There's an idea. For his next birthday, we'll take turns screwing his brains out in a big pile of money."

"Mmm, perhaps," said Minerva. She giggled softly at this and reached across the table, seizing Alex by the front of his suit, pulling him across without effort to sit in her lap. "Who needs the pile of money, though?"

Alex snuggled his wife. "It's for the kink value," he said, completely missing the point, as usual. "We have sex with him all the time but when have we done it while literally rolling in dough?"

Minerva had to confess he had a point, despite missing hers. "Mmm, fine," she said, leaning back a bit.

"I think a more pertinent question is who needs Alphonse?" Alex asked, nuzzling her breasts. "I'd like to just do you in a pile of money. In fact I just want you in a pile of money, period... or a pile of whatever you wanted. You know I love spoiling you."

Minerva grinned and scooped him up and carried him off upstairs. "Come on, then, darling," she said. "Better call your father and tell him you'll be late for work."

"Aren't I supposed to do the carrying here...?" Alex asked.

Minerva stopped and looked down at him. "Are you physically able to do so?"

"It'd hurt my arms and my back and my leg...so no..."

"All right then," Minerva said, and into the bedroom they went.

~*~

Later, Alphonse was at school between classes, skulking the halls with his camera, accompanied by his cousin, Leslie, who was a year older than him at fifteen. A little giggle from behind them made them spin, blinking. There stood a black and white rabbit boy a year younger than Alphonse, wearing a very gender inappropriate white dress, to short to really be considered that. Alphonse smirked.

"Hi there, Alphonse," the other boy said.

"Wello, hello there, 'Julie,'" Alphonse said. He brought the camera up. "Say hello to our viewers."

The other boy, named Julian, blinked a little bit at this and giggled, chewing at one of his nails in a slightly shy manner. How he got away with dressing and acting how he did without getting beaten up or worse, taken advantage of, was beyond Alphonse's comprehension. But, thought the red-haired rabbit, that was soon to change.

"Oh, well, hello TV Land," cooed Julian.

Alphonse smirked and lowered the camera a bit, towards the lower half of his classmate's body. "So, you wanna show off your butt again?" he asked. "I'd love to catch it on home video for posterity."

"Don't you mean posterior-ity?" giggled Julian, blushing a bit, turning around and wiggling his little black tail against the soft white panties. "Here you go. You want a closer look?"

Alphonse licked his lips a little and aimed the camera at the bunny butt, zooming in. "Oh, fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking about. I gotta say, though, Julie baby, that as cute as they look on you, I can't wait to get you out of them."

Julian seemed a little surprised at this. He wiggled his ass again, glancing over his shoulder at Alphonse. "Ooh?" he said. "So you want to test it out?"

"Oh, you bet your ass I do!" Alphonse replied. "Turn around and face the camera, would you?"

Julian turned around on one heel, winking at him and laughing. "So, you going to fuck me here in the hall or are we going to go somewhere more private?"

Alphonse handed Leslie the camera, and then the red-haired rabbit approached Julain and grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him away down the hall to a utility closet used by the janitors. Leslie scurried after, keeping the camera aimed at them.

"I forgot the tripod," Alphonse said of Leslie, "so my cousin here is gonna film us while we do it."

Julian blushed a bit at this, looking back at Leslie for a moment before turning back to Alphonse. "Mmm, I suppose that's cool," he said a little uncertainly.

"You bet it is," Alphonse said.

He shoved him roughly into the closet as he entered, Leslie filming over his shoulder and holding the camera with one hand, shutting the door with the other. Alphonse stood over Julian.

"Now then," he said, "first things first. I own you. You're mine. Until you get me off and leave this room, you're my property same as my bookbag. Got that, bitch?"

"Oooh, I like when you get bossy, Alphonse," said Leslie. He giggled, holding the camera two-handed now.

Julian blined a bit at this and shifted a bit onto his knees, hands on his lap and smiling. "Yes, master."

Alphonse grinned. "Oh my. Little fagboy knows the score, doesn't he, Leslie? Almost takes the fun outta smackin' him around." He grabbed Julian's face roughly. "Almost."

He forcibly kissed Julian. Julian blinked a little in surprise at the kiss, as though he hadn't been expecting it, before melting under the attention and kissing back. Leslie fumbled and groped at his crotch.

"Damn it, stop playing with yourself, Leslie," Alphonse said with a loving and affectionate smirk. "Use both hands to aim the camera. You can watch the video and jerk off later. Or fucking wait for when you take a turn and I hold the camera, you impatient dickwad."

"Fine, fine!" Leslie giggled.

The ginger-haired boy turned and resumed the kissing and then grabbed the back of Julian's head and forced it to his crotch. Julian made a little sound at this, smiling a bit and nuzzling his face into Alphonse's contained excitement; the older rabbit boy's shorts bulged obscenely with his underage hardon.

"Yeah, nuzzle it, bitch, life your life depends on it!" Alphonse hissed. "And then use your teeth to pull them down. But only the shorts for now."

A soft churring noise rose up from Julian's throat as he licked his way from clothed base to tip, Alphosne gasping at the tongue sliding over the bulge of his member, shuddering as Julian used the leverage to catch the edge of the shorts in his mouth and start to pull them down. Alphonse was going to enjoy having Julian for a friend, he realized. This kid knew how to pleasure another boy. He simply stood there, arms crossed, watching Julian pull his shorts down, the younger boy giggling a little bit around the fabric in his mouth, tugging the shorts down around Alphonse's knees before kissing and licking his way back up, sliding his nose over the bulge in the redhead's bikini underwear.

"You've done this before, huh?" Alphonse observed. "I was expecting a newbie I'd have to show the ropes to but, wow, you are a little slut, aren't you? Mmm."

He pulled his shorts down the rest of the way and kicked them aside. Slowly, he humped his hips forwards, rubbing his little bulge over the other boy's muzzle. Julian blushed deeply and licked at it again.

"No," said Julian, "actually this is my first time with another boy. But I read a bunch of naughty comics on my big sister's computer and she has this toy I like to play with..."

"Oh." Alphonse frowned a little and gave Leslie - and the camera - a sort of confused, amused look before returning to grinding his cockbulge against that cute face. "Well, I'll do everything I can to make sure your first time is as enjoyable as possibly, Julie. Now then..."

He grabbed Julian's hair and started humping his face a little harder.

"Oooh," cooed Leslie, "this is good stuff!"

Julian couldn't help but make a little squeak in response to this, nipping softly at the fabric and the sensitive organ hiding underneath, dragging his tongue along it here and there to tease Alphonse. The older boy groaned deeply and leaned back, closing his eyes.

He lunged forwards suddenly and dropped down to his hands and knees and kissed Julian again before pouncing on him and clambering atop him, pinning him to the floor of the small room. Julian blined a little bit at this and giggled softly against Alphonse's lips, kissing him back happily. Alphonse grunted and grinded their erections together before hiking that little dress up and running his hands possessively along the smooth, bare thighs and up to the panty-clad hips, striping them and using his thumb to rub Julian's erection in his panties.

"Ah," Julian gasped softly. "A-Alphonse, that feels good..." He panted heavily.

"Goddamn right it does. And if you think that feels good, wait till I fuck you, my little bitch..." Alphonse licked over Julian's throat and then bit it softly.

Julain gasped and mewled happily again, churring and gripping at Alphonse's shoulders. "W-Wait... I want to make you feel good again..."

"You can do that by lying back and taking what I've got to give you, you little whore," Alphonse replied.

Julian blushed, the name-calling seeming to help excite the little rabbit as he nodded his head. Alphonse stood, standing spread-legged before Julian.

"Don't get up," he warned, lifting a finger. "If you do, I'll hit you."

The younger rabbit only nodded, then watched as Alphonse smirked and pulled off his polo shirt, standing barechested in just his briefs, socks and shoes. He motioned at Leslie. Leslie propped the camera up by setting it on a shelf, aiming over Julian and directly at Alphonse, and performed the one specific duty besides aiming the camera that Alphonse had tasked him with - assisting Alphonse in unveiling himself.

Alphonse had learned to treat the revealing of his maleness with some ritualistic reverine and so stood feeling very powerful and very male as Leslie slowly pulled his underwear down and off of him. He was of course quite big for a boy his age, his cock thick and throbbing, but not cartoonishly big. Nevertheless, his parents constantly cooed at him about what a "big boy" he was.

Julian beneath him inclined his head a bit, looking a little confused at the whole theatrical scene but unable to keep from smiling. He licked his lips. Alphonse smirked as Leslie kissed his cheek gently and then went and picked up the camera again. The ginger rabbit then turned and looked down at the smaller boy.

"Like what you see?" he said huskily. "'Cause this is going in you, here in a minute. Today's lunch menu is a cock meat sandwich with extra mayo." He groped himself.

Julian chewed at his fingernail in a mock shy manner. "Maybe you could let me taste it and get it ready first?" he asked teasingly, obviously eager to suck Alphonse off.

"Hmm..." Alphonse stroked his chin, thinking. He smirked evilly. "First, you have to promise to go home without your panties. I'm taking them. As a souvenir of sorts."

Julian felt his face burn hot in response to this and slowly nodded. He got up slowly, licking his way up the other boy's erection and taking it into his mouth to suckle on.

Alphonse slowly shut his eyes as his hot member slid past those warm, inviting lips and into the other boy's mouth. He breathed deep through his nostrils, lips clamped tight into a cruel smirk, thin eyebrows angled into a deep hateful "V" over his shut eyes, lank red hair falling softly over his forehead, slightly damp with sweat from the hot confines of the closet. Julian moaned softly around him and closed his eyes as well as he sucked and began to bob his head, teasing the redhead.

"Mmm, ohhh..." moaned Alphonse. "That's a good little fagboy... my, my, what a talented little cocksucker you are..." He whimpered.

Julian blushed a bit at this and released the cock from his lips, slowly licking his way down the slickended shaft and sucking on one of Alphonse's balls.

"Mmm, oh, God, yes..." Alphonse felt his knees weaken, face flushing hotly.

Julian noticed that the older boy was enjoying this and moved, sucking hard on the other ball.

"Ahhh!" Alphonse cried out. "Agh! Fuck! Fuck, stop it or I'll cum too soon, you little shit!"

He gasped and squeaked, hips bucking reflexively, cock spasming and close to shooting his load too soon, eyes bulging with horror at the impending ejaculating brought about by Julian's skill with his mouth. Julian slowly pulled back his lips, pausing to give the ginger boy's cock a sweet little kiss and giggling.

"Yes, master."

Alphonse blushed at that kiss and sighed as his orgasm tapered off and he was left panting and sweating, but his cock hadn't shot its load yet. After a moment he regained his composure. "Good..." he said, "now then..."

Lifting a sneaker-clad foot, he planted it firmly against Julian's shoulder and used it to shove him hard to the floor. Julian whined a little but didn't complain, worried that Alphonse would stop playing with him if he did. He looked at him with big black eyes, wondering what he's going to do next.

Alphonse took the foot off of him and slowly got down on top of him, and hiked up the skirt once more and pulled his panties down and off of the little slutboy bunny. Julian blushed and lifted his hips as he helped removed his panties, which were slipped off of him and tossed aside. He smiled sheepishly. Alphonse gently rubbed their cocks together for a moment, allowing the mixture of precum to slicken both shafts, before he grabbed hold of Julian's legs and hiked them up and slung them over shoulders so Julian's butt was off the ground and then he guided his cock to slide against the femboy's tailhole, churring as began to slide it into the tight opening.

As Alphonse's cock slid in, Julian moaned softly and arched his back, wriggling a little bit, bucking his hips a bit and wiggling them around in an effort to make it easier for Alphonse to push into him.

"Aaah!" he cried. "Y-You're so big...!"

"Goddamn right I am!" Alphonse grunted. "And now, my little whore, it's time to rock your world!"

He shoved the rest in roughly and without mercy and immediately began to violently fuck Julian's tight little bunny boy ass. Julian cried out at the feeling of this, grabbing onto Alphonse and holding tightly to him as he was ridden, wriggling some.

"Oooh!" he squeaked. "Oooh God, it feels so good!"

Alphonse grinned demonically and humped harder and faster, plowing the other child's ass like there's no tomorrow, moaning out and panting. Julian cried out and moaned, gripping Alphonse's shoulders harder and pushing their lips together passionately. Alphonse mmphed into the kiss but accepted it, kissing back deeply and hungrily, hips moving fluidly and powerfully, using his sneakers to get a good grip on he floor as he slammed it home into Julian again and again.

Julian wriggled and writhed beneath him, pulling back his lips and whimpering softly. "Oh God--Oh God, Alphonse, I'm gonna cum!" he managed to gasp out.

"Do it!" Alphonse commanded. "Cum for me, my little slut! C'mon, fagboy, let it fuckin' fly!"

He grunted and humped harder and harder, feeling his own orgasm building once again, but with no intention of stopping it this time. Julian leaned forward a bit, nipping and biting softly at the other boy's neck and jawline, arching his back and digging his nails into Alphonse's upper arms as his climax hits the young rabbit like a ton of bricks. He panted softly, riding the waves of his ejaculation as he shot his load between himself and Alphonse, their grinding bodies smearing the thick boycum everywhere.

Alphonse hissed like a snake through his clenched teeth and hit his peak finally, locking up and tightening his grip on Julian like a vice as he climax, shooting his boyseed deep into the other boy's ass. Julian panted softly and attempted to wrap his arms around Alphonse and nuzzle him, but Alphonse wasn't interested in after sex cuddling. In typical Alphonsian fashion, as soon as he recovered from his orgasm he pulled free and got off of Julian, staggering a bit before regaining his balance. Julian seemed a little disappointed at the lack of snuggles but said nothing.

"Okay, Leslie, give me the camera... it's your turn."

He accepted the camera from his cousin as Leslie stripped down hurriedly and then jumped onto Julian and immediately shoved his raging hardon into Julian's well-used, cum-slickened hole. Alphonse watched somewhat impassively through the eyepiece as Leslie helped himself to sloppy seconds, mounting the little slut, the redhead licking his lips as he pointed the camera at them and recorded his cousin's escapade for their later viewing pleasure.

Julian was unsure about how to feel about being fucked and then tossed over to Alphonse's cousin like a secondhand shirt. He chewed his lower lip as he felt the older boy pushing himself inside of his tight hole. He attempted to protest.

"Aah, w-wait a se--Oh God!" he moaned.

"You shut the fuck up and let Leslie do you, bitch," Alphonse commanded, sneering cruelly. "I promised my cousin a turn and Alphonse Fletcher always keeps his word."

Julian looked at him in a dejected way, but then his attention returned to Leslie. Alphonse's cousin laughed and kissed Julian crushingly on the lips. Julian winced a little but submitted. Julian did his best to make sure the older black-haired boy would enjoy it. And enjoy it he did. As befitting him, Leslie was somewhat klutzy and rough but he was clearly enjoying himself as he assrammed the smaller boy wildly. He came fiercely and, like Alphonse, as soon as his young body was done being rocked by his orgasm, he got off of Julian.

Alphonse approached and stood over Julian, aiming down with the camera and doing several slow pans over his fucked, well-used form laying there. Julian blushed deeply as he looked up at the camera and Alphonse, tugging at one of his ears nervously.

"D-Did I do good?" he asked timidly.

"Perfect, bitch," Alphonse replied.

He turned the camera off and set it aside. Leslie got dressed first and went outside to make sure the coast was clear while Alphonse dressed. Curiously, he took Julian's panties for himself and pulled them on first, then his shorts and shirt. His own briefs he flicked at Julian and they landed on the boy's head.

"A little keepsake," he clarified. "Smell them and think of me, faggot."

Julian felt his face again burn hot at this, pulling the underwear off of his head and looking at Alphonse, suddenly feeling very stupid and used. He started to get up. Alphonse however chuckled and shoved him down again before he turned and left, slamming the door, making Julian wince. Amoment later the door reopened and Alphonse leaned back in.

"By the way... same time next week?" he asked with an evil smirk.

The younger boy sat there and felt himself on the verge of tears. Julian struggled to say something as tears filled his eyes but his mouth made no sound as it moved. Tears rolled softly down his cheeks. After a few seconds he nodded, defeated.

"Later, homo!" Alphonse giggled and left again.

The End