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Jayson was lounging on the couch when his ears twisted to the sound of the doorbell. The dulcet tones of his mother and father cascaded down the hallway as they passed the living room, heading towards the front door. His face soured as he heard them happily speaking to whoever was at the door, and he hatched a plan.

Jayson was 11 years old, and a person of rodent descent, specifically a Mouse. His mother and father were, well, rather wealthy, and they had a rather large, lavish house. Despite that, along with all the security they had their disposal, Jayson had to have a babysitter every time his parents went out at night. It annoyed him: he was 11, and definitely too old for a babysitter at this point. At least, that was his point of view. He skipped down the hall out of sight of his parents and slipped into the kitchen. His bare, pink feet pattered on the cold tiled floor as he made his way over towards the counter, spotting a wide pink piece of paper sitting on it's surface. He knew what it was: a list, specifically of how to take care of him. He wrinkled his nose and grasped the paper, scrunching it up in his hands and quickly retreating from the kitchen, back towards the living room, before his parents got the wrong idea.

The Mouse was a rather slender boy, with no real defining features, a mop of short blond hair, and little muscle mass on his lithe frame. He wasn't one for exercise, and it was rather evident from his slightly bulging belly, showing that he might get fat the older he got, if he didn't clear up his act. Not that he cared at that moment in time, anyhow: he was a kid, and he often got the chance to do whatever he wanted. He ran a hand through his white fur and sighed, leaning back into the cushions of the couch. He reached down between the gaps between the cushions and stuffed the note deep into them, hoping it would never be found.

He heard footsteps approaching, and quickly sat up, straightening himself and making himself look reasonably respectable as his parents wandered into the room.

"Jayson. This is Ulysses. He's going to be looking after you for the weekend." His Mother spoke out in her usual low tone, and stepped to the side to reveal the man.

Jayson's mouth hung open as he stared at the behemoth of a beast that took a step forwards. He had to be at least 7 foot tall, rippling with muscles and covered from head to do in a mixture of naturally brown and cream colours, giving him the washed out hues of a forest Wolf. His shoulders were broad, and his chest even more so. His hips were flat and manly, and the T-Shirt that stretched over his torso seemed to barely fit him. He was practically monstrous, but his ocean blue eyes gleamed with the wisdom of the ages, and he looked to the two adults in turn, before his eyes centred on the mouse sitting before him.

Jayson expected him to eat him, or otherwise, his overactive imagination getting the better of him, but the Wolf instead uncharacteristically stepped forward with a degree of anxiety about him, reaching out a hand for the Mouse to shake.

"Hey. Sorry, I can see you're startled. Wargs have that effect on people, especially, uh...Rodents."

"...Warg?" Jayson squeaked quietly, and Ulysses flashed an apologetic grin, retracting his hand and rubbing the back of his head.

"You sure this is a good idea, Mrs. Deaux?" The 'Warg' asked Jayson's mother, and she smiled at him, her eyes alight with mischief.

"It's perfectly fine. He'll get used to you." She was certain, flashing a glance over to her son. Jayson gulped and readjusted himself.

"Alright," Jayson's father spoke next, adjusting his bow tie. "Everything you need is in the kitchen. Call us if there's any problems."

He handed the Warg a small card, and Ulysses took it happily, seeing them to the door. Jayson listened to their murmuring talks for a moment as he got used to the situation: could he really fool such a massive, muscly beast? He could certainly try. He heard the door close, and the plodding footsteps of the babysitter grew closer and closer. Jayson calmed his nerves and tried to look as relaxed as possible.

Ulysses stepped back into the room and took a moment, then, to examine the room and it's contents within. The living room was spacious: ceiling-high glass windows sat opposite him, showing the beauty of the city below them. The house was built up onto a hill, and it was clear that Jayson's family loved to show off their wealth.

Not that Ulysses himself wasn't also rich: he had a decent sum of money that he'd won in the lottery, but he was still getting used to the luxury life. Most of his winnings were sitting in a bank accumulating interest, and he had used some startup capital to build his own house not far from this one, and he presumed that that was how Jayson's parents knew him. Regardless, his own ready-built house was small, and definitely not as lavish as this. It was his humbleness that presumably attracted the two adult Mice to him, and they must have guessed he'd make a good babysitter. Maybe they were humouring a middle-class lifestyle, with babysitters and other things.

The rest of the room was relatively modern in decor and screamed of luxury. There was a large, L-shaped sofa, made of fine leather that sat opposite a massive TV that was hung up onto the wall, with a film currently playing on it. A decorative coffee table sat near the couch and a few bookshelves sat to Ulysses's left. His eyes returned to the Mouse, and he stepped closer, moving to lounge on the couch. He could tell the mouse was tense.

Jayson sat in the the corner and tucked his legs up, trying to come up with a plan. He wanted to do what he wanted, but he wasn't sure how much of it Ulysses would buy. He was sure that the Warg was relatively friendly, and he seemed almost normal. At least, too normal for this kind of lifestyle. Jayson wasn't very smart, but he at least guessed that the Warg didn't have a lot of money and considered this a luxury gig.

"So..." Ulysses began, glancing over to the Mouse. "What is it you do around here?"

"...TV, mostly. And Video Games." Jayson replied. He didn't mention anything of the note that should be in the kitchen, and it was clear that the Warg had no knowledge of it, either. He was going to use this to his advantage.

His eyes snapped to the clock, and realised it was noon. That gave him plenty of time to do all sorts of things.

"Um, first things first...you should get changed." Jayson began with a rather absent, indifferent tone, trying to make it seem normal. Ulysses frowned and didn't quite understand, leaning forwards a little and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Uh...pardon?" He asked quietly, his eyes glancing over to the mouse boy and narrowing. He wasn't sure why what the kid was up to.

"Well...whenever we have a babysitter over, my parents always say he has to wear the suit," Jayson said absently, after a moment. "It's, um, hanging up in the guest room."

Ulysses sat in silence for a moment, mulling it over, wondering if it were a truth or a lie. What kind of reason would the kid have to lie, especially when this was for his benefit? Unfortunately for him, he had been fooled, but didn't realise it. Slowly, the Warg got to his feet and crossed the room, heading into the hallway up and the stairs. Jayson snickered under his breath, wondering whether the Warg would be able to fit into it or not.

After 10 minutes of waiting, the Warg returned with a sour expression. He had tried his best to fit into the clothes, and it was clear that they didn't quite fit his large, bulky frame. In fact, he had given up on the shirt altogether, and opted to just wear the pants. The hem was a good couple of inches off of his digi-trade ankle, and Jayson covered his smirk with a small cough.

"Yeah, that seems about right." The mouse boy remarked, trying to act as if were completely normal, and Ulysses narrowed his eyes, watching him for a moment.

"Alright, come on then." The Mouse got to his feet, and for a moment, Ulysses was confused. His display of confusion was evident, and Jayson made a show of rolling his eyes.

"You have to cook me brunch." He replied, moving over into the kitchen. The Warg silently followed, realising he'd bitten off far more than he could chew with this job.

The rest of the day was torture for the poor Warg. Not only was Jayson running him ragged with chore after chore, but the Mouse was clearly enjoying the suffering he was putting the Warg through, leading Ulysses to believe that the kid wasn't being entirely truthful. Without any sort of evidence, however, Ulysses had to give him the benefit of the doubt. A number of the tasks included cooking for him, and even a couple of trips to the store, where in he was told he had to wear the suit when he went. He knew he wasn't meant to leave the kid behind, so he had to take Jayson with him in the car whilst he picked up junk food and ice cream, topless.

It was nearing the late evening, and the two were finally settled back down on the couch. Ulysses had been roped into yet another one of Jayson's lies that he believed to be the truth, which involved allowing the Mouse to watch movies meant for those older than him. Blood and guts splattered across the screen and Jayson giggled to himself, watching the movie with delight as Ulysses silently brooded on the far side of the couch. He was certain something was up.

As he shifted to adjust himself on the couch, he felt something underneath him, and he frowned. Whatever it was, it was hard and it made his seating uncomfortable. He reached down into the cushions and felt the hardness of what he could only assume to be paper. He reached deeper and curled his hand around it, pulling it back out. He frowned down at the pink piece of paper, curled up into a ball, and Jayson looked over. The Mouse's eyes widened when he saw what was in the Warg's hands.

"U-Um, go make dinner! Now!" The Mouse demanded, scrabbling towards the Warg to try and grab the paper out of his hands, but Ulysses was smart. He deftly uncurled the paper in one hand whilst holding the Mouse away at arm's length, and his eyes centred down on the contents, reading the words on the paper.

'Bed by 9'. 'No junk food'. Many other things were listed, things that Jayson had said were the norm. Ulysses had been taken for a fool. He felt the rage building within his bones and it bubbled to the surface incredibly quickly. The Mouse paused and faltered for a moment when he realised the Warg was angry, but he had no chance to back away. The Warg's hand curled around his shirt and gripped him with an alarming amount of ferocity, and his other hand curled into a fist around the piece of paper. Slowly, his eyes turned towards the young rodent, his nostrils flaring.

"W-Wai--" Jayson was about to give him an explanation, but it was too late. The Warg sharply tugged the boy forwards, and Jayson was sent flying over the Warg's lap, landing with his stomach on Ulysses's knees. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a swift, sharp slap to his backside, and he arched his back in surprise.

"Treat me like a fool, will you? After I've been so kind?" The Warg's words were met with another sharp slap to the Mouse's backside, and Jayson let out a whimper, trying to come up with a good excuse. None came to his lips, and Ulysses considered that silence to be a confession in itself. He slapped the Mouse's ass again, harder and harder each time. Jayson could feel tears welling up in his eyes and he let out a little sniffle, hoping his tears might get the Warg to back off.

They did no such thing. If anything, Ulysses wanted to hear him suffer, for all the things he did to him. Jayson needed to be taught a lesson, and the Warg considered this fitting enough. Though there was plenty more up his sleeve. Jayson needed more than just a simple spanking.

There was something about the way the Mouse trembled and quivered under his assault that tantalised the Warg, somehow. He felt a tingling in his loins and a quiver of fear sparked in his chest, making him pause, if only for a split second. He wasn't sure if this was such a good idea after all. Then, he remembered what the boy had done. Despite his rather sudden arousal, the spanking was necessary.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was tugging the Mouse's shorts over his perky little ass, revealing the tight white briefs underneath. His hand slid softly over the 11 year old's ass, before he brung his hand up and sharply slapped the boy again, making Jayson whimper in response. He delivered another slap, and watched as the Mouse's toes curled and his tail coil around, trying to fend off the pain spreading throughout his sore rump.

"Please..." Jayson was begging now, but Ulysses didn't seem to care too much. His hand curled and slapped again, harder and harder each time, and each time the Mouse whined out, more and more intense each time. The searing pain was growing painful, and he couldn't stop himself from squirming in utter agony. Ulysses was far from done, and the Mouse was soon realise it.

Ulysses found himself pulling down the Mouse's underwear next, and he was given the side of the Mouse's red-tinted buttocks, along with his cute little taint. He couldn't quite see the cub's balls, but he realised rather quickly that he wanted to see them. He pushed that to the back of his mind, feeling his stomach quiver again. He once again doubted himself, but stuck to the task at hand: punishing the boy.

He decided to try something else, and he leant over, grasping the newspaper that lay on the coffee table. Whilst the boy whimpered and sniffled over his lap, the Warg tightened the newspaper into a decent roll, making sure it was firm and tight, before he aimed it down towards the cub's bare behind. He swung the newspaper down and it cracked over the cub's backside. The Mouse let out a weak squeal of pain and wriggled on the man's lap, his tail coiling around and his muscles tensing and clenching. The Warg appeared satisfied that the boy was sufficiently punished, but he wanted to make sure he totally got the message.

He kept it up for what felt like hours. Time after time, he smacked the newspaper down onto the cub's backside, and each time, Jayson cried out in pain. His rear end had come from a pink tint to a vibrant shade of red after only a few minutes, until the Mouse was eventually a sobbing mess, his body completely relaxed against the Warg's body. Ulysses stopped after a while and finally leant back.

"Have you learnt your lesson?" He demanded of the boy, who whimpered and sniffled, shaking his head.

"Good. Go upstairs and go to bed. If I catch you not sleeping, you're in for a world of hurt." Ulysses dismissively sent him on his way, and the Mouse slowly slipped off of the Warg's lap. Ulysses was greeted to the sight of the Mouse's half-chub member, and spotted the light sheen of pre-cum dribbling from the end of the humanoid member, before the Mouse tugged his pants back up and quickly left the room. Ulysses heard his small footsteps barrelling up the stairs, and he sighed, leaning back and putting an arm behind his head. A smile played upon his lips: he had plenty more in store for the boy.

The night passed slowly. Ulysses had fallen asleep on the couch amidst watching TV, which didn't bother him too much. As light came in through the tall windows on the left hand side, he began to stir, blinded and awoken by the sun rising from beyond the buildings below. He rolled off the couch and straightened himself up, stretching his back and padding through the living room towards the kitchen.

As he stepped into the spacious kitchen, he realised that Jayson was already awake. The sullen Mouse was brooding over a bowl of cereal, and his head snapped up when he saw the Warg, before quickly looking down, avoiding his gaze. He knew he was in trouble, and Ulysses grinned to himself at the boy's massive change in behaviour. He sauntered over towards the fridge, pulling out a small bottle of orange juice, downing it relatively quickly.

"You ready for more punishment today?" The Warg casually asked, and Jayson's head snapped up to stare at him, wide-eyed. He whimpered under his breath and looked away, and the Warg could tell he was scared. That was good.

"Enjoying your breakfast?" The Warg leant down over the Mouse, staring down at the bowl of cereal. Jayson mumbled something inaudible, and Ulysses chuckled under his breath.

"When you're done, get dressed. We're going to stop by my place for a little while before we go shopping." He told him, patting the boy's shoulder, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary, before he moved past him and out of the kitchen again, heading up the stairs. He planned to have a shower before they headed out: he was still wearing that silly 'butler' outfit he had been gullible enough to put on yesterday.

The shower was refreshing. Standing in the nude underneath the warm water, and feeling it run over his fur was soothing. He even relieve himself in the shower to save himself some time, letting the yellow, watery stream dissappear down the drain. Satisfied he was clean, he stepped out and began drying himself off as he stepped out into the hallway. He caught a glimpse of Jayson's fur-less tail going around the corner, and a thought sprung to mind. Slowly, he began to follow him, moving around the corner and pausing by Jayson's doorway.

He took a brief moment to admire the young Mouse for what he was: a budding young boy coming into his prime. He knew it was wrong to think of him that way, but all that whimpering and groaning last night had left him feeling a little distracted and pent up, and he couldn't help but let his gaze linger over the Mouse's lithe frame. Jayson was just beginning to undress, and turned to get a pair of briefs, before he jumped, realising that the Warg was standing there, naked. The Mouse quickly covered his eyes.

"Y-You're naked!" He squeaked out in surprise, and Ulysses smirked to himself, striding across the room to close the gap between them. Jayson peeked through his fingers and jumped again when he realised the Warg was so close. His little heart pounded in his chest and he took a step back, gulping nervously. Ulysses strode forwards to close the gap, forcing the Mouse to back further and further away until the back of his legs bumped with his double bed. He stumbled and fell back onto his rump on the bed, and he scuttled backwards. His fears got the best of him.

As the boy tried to pull back, Ulysses grasped him by the ankle, and pulled him closer. The Mouse began to blubber and complain, but the Warg didn't seem to care too much, and he flipped the Mouse onto his back, pinning him down against his own bed. The naked Warg pressed down against him, sliding his hips back and forth as his sheath rubbed along the clothed rump, sliding against the boy's pyjamas. Jayson whined out in protest, begging under his breath for the Warg to stop, but Ulysses's judgement was clouded by his libido.

He pulled back as the tip of his member slid from the end of his sheath, and a hand delved down to slide those pyjama's down. Eagerly, Ulysses stuffed his fat sheath-tip between the Mouse's perky cheeks and a thick jet of pre-cum spurted from the end of his member, splattering right against the Mouse's tight little pucker. Jayson arched his back in surprise and bit down on his lip, the tears trickling down his cheeks as Ulysses groaned above him, sliding his hips back and forth again. The tip of his member continually teased the tight little entrance over and over, pushing and pressing, gauging the boy's tightness.

"I'll behave, I promise, please, j--" Jayson didn't even have time to finish his sentence before the Warg and pushed forwards. The tip of his growing member slipped right into the Mouse's tight backside and shoved deeper and deeper. It grew inside him, getting thicker with each passing second and stretching the poor boy's ass to it's limit. Jayson let out a long groan and pain, wriggling uncomfortably underneath the towering behemoth of a man, but Ulysses didn't care how the boy felt. He was going to give him the punishment he deserved.

The Warg let out a long, slow groan as he cock stuffed deeper and deeper, his cock swelling to full mast with the warm, silky tightness of a virgin ass squeezing around his dick. Ulysses pushed down and felt Jayson tighten up around him. Ulysses stuck out his tongue and sighed in bliss, his knot swelling firmly at the base. He pulled back enough so that he wasn't tied to the kid, else they might be here forever.

Slowly, Ulysses pulled back, and the Mouse let out a whimpering his of pain as he felt that deliciously thick cock sliding out of his backside. He hoped to god it would be gone completely, but Ulysses paused halfway and began to shove himself in again. Jayson had no idea how big the guy was, but it was practically splitting him apart. He whined out in pain as the cock slid down into him and pulled back again, beginning in on a series of slow and painful thrusts. Even with the spurt of pre-cum right at the start of their 'foreplay', it was still a snug fit, and the natural lubricant didn't help.

Despite that, Ulyssses was clearly enjoying himself, each thrust met with a warm groan and a thick spurt of pre-cum shooting out the end of his behemoth dick. His cock literally pulsed inside the boy, and his eyes were fixated down on that nice, tight ass sliding up and down on his cock, watching the way the boy squirmed and writhed from the pain.

"You like that, huh?" Ulysses grunted, stuffing his cock in deeper. His movements were beginning to get easier as more pre-cum was deposited into the boy's backside. He could feel it sliding around his dick and coating it up, and soon enough, he was able to slide back and forth with ease. He couldn't say it was any easier for the boy, however: as he quickened his thrusts, he could see that the Mouse's groans of pain were growing more and more intense.

"Let's switch this up a little, shall we?" The older man suggested, sliding himself out of the Mouse's ass rather suddenly, and admiring the sudden gape in the poor boy's behind. Jayson groaned from his current position, not wanting to move, instead preferring to try and recuperate as much as possible. Ulysses, however, had different plans.

His hands went to the boy's pyjamas, and he completely slipped them from the boy's legs, tossing them aside as he climbed into the bed, dragging the boy with him, who squirmed and writhed in protest. He hoisted Jayson up onto his lap, forcing him to sit up against his throbbing, knotted cock. He hoisted the boy up further, holding him underneath his knees and spreading his legs apart completely.

"N-No, please...!" Jayson begged, greeted to the sight of Ulysses's pulsing cock once again teasing his entrance, prodding and pushing up against the gaped orifice. The tip slipped back inside and teased there for a moment as Ulysses got more comfortable. Jayson had to guess that 10, maybe even 11 inches of thick, bulbous Warg cock was going to be entering him any moment. He slowly leant back as tears rolled down his face, and Ulysses buried his head into the boy's neck, giving him a small kiss. The Warg planted his feet into the bed, and began to thrust.

Jayson had never felt pain more excruciating than in this moment. The Warg pistoned into his ass faster than he had before, and his hefty nuts slapped up into Jayson's backside along with that thick knot. The Mouse was bounced up and down that dick by his legs along, and his head rolled back, his teeth gritted. His little dick, flaccid and un-aroused, bounced up and down, occasionally dribbling pre-cum from the forced stimulation of his prostate. The terrifying Warg let out a small growl of pleasure, biting down into the Mouse's neck as his hips continued to thrust upwards.

"Please! It hurts!" Jayson begged, but Ulysses didn't listen, overcome with pleasure and desire. The room was filled with their forced sex, the thick knot bouncing off of Jayson's perky little ass, causing each thrust to be met with a thick, wet slap. If Jayson's rear wasn't already back to it's original hue, it was certainly searing red now. Each thrust grew wetter than the last as pre-cum splattered across Jayson's rear end, coating the knot and some of Ulysses balls in the sticky, natural substance.

"Mmh. Fuck..." Ulysses felt his orgasm approaching a lot faster than he had initially realised. he rolled his head back and a thick groan of pleasure escaped his mouth as he unloaded into the poor boy. He pushed himself up as far as he could as thick jets of cum spurted right into the boy's insides, filling him with an alarming warmth that spread across his stomach and up his spine, making his body tingle. The cum dribbled down rather quickly, pooling down against the Warg's knot and trickling down his balls. He knew that boy was far too tight to knot, but he was admittedly a little disappointed. Despite that, he sighed in bliss, putting his arms around the boy and sliding his hips back and forth.

"Aww, didn't you cum? Poor guy." The Warg teased with all the wickedness he could muster, reaching down with a hand and groping along the boy's member, rolling the sticky pre-cum around his fingers. He cupped down and gave Jayson's balls a good squeeze, making the Mouse tense up a little.

"Alright. Clean your ass up and get dressed." The Warg rolled and tugged his hips back, sliding his cum-coated cock from the boy's ass and smearing his dick against the Mouse's fur to wipe it off. He stepped forwards the door and stretched his back, scratching his chest as he went.

"And have a shower!" He called behind him as he went, twisting his ear to hear the gentle sniffles of the kid in response. He smirked to himself. To some, this would have been overboard, and Jayson should have known better than to fuck with him.

About half an hour later, Jayson limped his way downstairs in a loose hoodie and a pair of elastic pants to find the Warg lounging on the couch in his underwear, waiting for him. Ulysses twisted his head to spot the kid and then got to his feet, reaching for his own clothes that lay strewn about. He tugged on his pants and shirt.

"Come on, then." He gestured and headed towards the door, using the key he'd been given to unlock it. He ushered the 11 year old out into the world and shut the door behind them, locking it. They stepped down the smooth concrete path to the Warg's car: a sleek little convertible, a glossy black colour. He pointed to the back seats and then get into the driver's seat for himself.

Jayson didn't dare say a word, and simply did as he was told. He knew better than to get into trouble with the person who had literally raped and abused him. His rump was sore just thinking about it. They drove in silence for a short distance, and the Warg pulled into a mahogany-built house. Well, it looked like it was made out of wood, but it was more than likely paid to look like that. He stepped out and Jayson did the same, nervously following the Warg up to his house.

Whilst Jayson's parents preferred a modern interior, the Warg had a similar feel with a more wooden decor, giving it less of a sterile feeling and instead invoking a warmer feeling. Though Jayson guessed that the Warg was anything but warm.

"Wait here." The Warg ordered, before he headed up the wooden staircase to the floor above. Jayson did as he was told, standing around in the living room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was in so much pain: he hoped that the Warg would give him something for the pain soon.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw something move, followed by a low growling sound. He turned his head and his eyes widened when he was greeted to the sight of pristine, white dog, reasonably large, with sharp blue eyes. It was snarling right at him, and the green-eyed Mouse backed up, his breath quickening. The dog suddenly charged forwards towards him, and Jasyon yelped, covering his face.

The dog hopped up onto his back paws and pushed against the Mouse with his front ones. In panic, Jayson's legs locked up and he fell down onto his rump, covering his face in terror, expecting to be clawed to death. But instead, he heard the faint sounds of the dog sniffing, and he parted his arms to see the feral canine sniffing him over, before it stared down at him with a happy expression.

"He was unsure of you." Ulysses suddenly said, appearing from the side with a leash and collar in hand. He snapped his fingers and pointed towards the kitchen, and the dog backed off, heading into the other room as Jayson clambered to his feet.

"He's called Harry. You'll meet him soon enough. This is for you, for later." He held up the leash and collar, before gesturing with a hand. They headed back out again as quickly as they had arrived, moving back towards the car.

"Um, what do I need the collar for?" The Mouse asked quietly, and Ulysses shot the boy a sideways glance as he opened up the passenger door to let the kid in.

"What do you think? For your punishment." He assured the boy, ushering him into the car, before he did the same, pulling back out of the drive. Once again, there was silence between them, and Jayson had a feeling something was amiss. He gulped and looked down at his hands, hoping it wasn't anything bad.

It was nearing the afternoon as they pulled up into the parking lot of the main shopping centre in the city. Jayson wasn't sure why they were here, but he could only assume that the Warg wanted to go shopping for one reason or another, and he didn't question it. He silently followed alongside the Warg as they headed into the busy shopping centre, swerving their way through people.

Jayson finally realised where they were going: one of the fanciest designer outlets in the entire mall, home to various Men's and Women's clothes, as well as some designer kids stuff. It was here that Jayson bought a lot of his stuff, but he had no idea where they were going here, of all places. He could only assume that Ulysses wanted to pick up some new clothes for himself, and he dutifully followed him, not wanting to get lost. As always, it was relatively busy, and everything was pretty expensive. £100 for a pair of jeans what the kind of thing that people expected in a place like this, which is why it catered exclusively to those with money to spend.

They wandered around for what felt like 10 minutes before the Warg finally stopped, standing in what aisle for girl's clothes. Jayson frowned and glanced around, wondering why on earth they were here, of all places.

"Here. I think this'll fit you, but you're going to have to try it on." The Warg insisted, pushing a small, yellow summer dress in the Mouse's direction. Jayson froze on the spot, holding the dress in his hands and staring up at the Warg, wide-eyed. It was as if his entire brain had shut down.

"Um..." Jayson blinked, slowly. "But I'm not...?"

"You do what I tell you." The Warg glared, and Jayson quickly backed down, nodded. Satisfied, Ulysses picked out another few dresses and then handed them to him, before leading him through the crowd of people to the back of the shop, where the changing rooms were. The staff gave him a quizzical look, and he shook his head, making an odd gesture. They seemed to understand. Whether that was because they knew it, or whatever it was because they were being told something untrue, Jayson wasn't sure.

They stepped into the Men's changing rooms, and the Warg pushed Jayson through a curtain into a private little cubicle, where they likely wouldn't be interrupted. Jayson wriggled on the spot for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable with the Warg standing right next to him.

"Stage fright? Let me give you a hand." Ulysses had no time for patience, taking the things from Jayson's hands and setting them aside as he tugged the hoodie over the boy's head. The Mouse initially struggled, but the way the Warg gripped and grabbed him made it clear things wouldn't go his way if he complained. He stood there nervously as the Warg pants him, underwear and all, leaving him completely in the nude. With that, the yellow summer dress was slipped over his head, the silky garment clinging to his body and hiding his crotch, at least for the time being.

"Oh yeah, real nice." Ulysses remarked, turning the Mouse around a little, occasionally groping in all the lewder places. Jayson trembled in the spot, his tail coiled around his tail, his look full of nerves and fear.

"This'll do for later, and probably the rest, too." The Warg guessed, grinning down at the Mouse with a sinister smile. The Rodent trembled against his touch, having a feeling on what was going to happen. Ulysses knew better than to do that sort of thing in public, but he definitely had other ideas.

Slowly, the Warg reached down, unzipping the fly of his trousers, and Jayson felt a lump rising in his throat as he watched. All Ulysses had to do was part his trousers to make Jayson back up against the wall, which only made it easy for him to trap the Mouse into doing exactly what he wanted. He tucked down his underwear, tucking it underneath his hefty ballsack as he jostled his fat sheath, the tip of his red cock poking out already.

"Get any on the dress, and you're gonna pay for it." Ulysses warned, slowly leaning forwards and planting his hand against the wall, using the other to direct his sheath up against the Mouse's lips. Jayson looked down at the bulging sheath and scrunched his eyes up, the scent of the musk entering his nostrils. He pressed his head down and his small lips enclosed around the thick, tapered end of the canine cock. It bulged against his tongue and lips, growing into his mouth as Ulysses put a hand over the back of his head, pushing him down onto his cock.

Jayson could have gagged on the smell of his heated musk, but every shred of decency he possessed didn't want to give the Warg the satisfaction of seeing him suffer. He scrunched up his eyes tight, feeling the hot flesh sliding around his tongue, grazing across the roof of his mouth and poking around the back of his throat. He could feel every vein along it's taut skin, every pulse and throb of pleasure that caused the tip to ooze pre-cum into the back of his throat. He instinctively gulped, and wished he hadn't: the taste was mildly salty and the liquid was sticky and goopy. Ulysses didn't seem to care about the Mouse's well-being, pushing his member further and further, until it was grazing along the back of his throat and beyond.

"C'mon, you haven't even taken half." Ulysses whispered quietly, so that no other patrons of the store could hear them. He roughly shoved the Mouse's head down onto his cock, and his knot bumped up against the Rodent's lips, pressing dangerously and threatening to dip further. The thick member was stretching Jayson's throat to it's limit, and the Mouse struggled for air, if only for a moment. Tears trickled down his cheeks as the cock was suddenly tugged back, before it was thrust down again.

Ulysses, quite literally, face-fucked the poor boy, grasping his head in both hands and roughly pounding his hips against the Rodent's mouth. The knotted member spurted thick globs of pre-cum with each thrust down into the Mouse's stomach, and Jayson's eyes rolled into the back of his head, letting the Warg do what he wanted. He had no leverage, nothing to stop the canine doing from whatever he wished. Each thick pump of the member made him weakly groan as it stretched his throat and battered against his lips. Spittle ran down his chin, but thankfully just dropped to the floor instead of staining the dress.

It soon became clear that this was nothing more than a 'quickie', as the Warg grunted quietly under his breath, his breathing growing laboured and his chest heaving up and down. Jayson realised that he wasn't going to last long. At least, he guessed as much from their previous encounter, and he shut his eyes tight, waiting for the inevitable.

It didn't take long. Ulysses rammed the boy's mouth down on his dick as his knot powerfully swelled against the boy's lips. Thick jets of cum spurted directly down into the boy's stomach, and Jayson weakly felt his stomach, realising he was essentially 'drinking' the man's cum, in all it's entirety. Ulysses kept the Mouse's head firmly down on his dick, even as Jayson struggled to breathe, just to be sure that every last drop was deposited into the boy.

Slowly, he pulled his hips back, and his knotted member slipped from the Mouse's mouth, still erect and twitching as it began to recede. The Mouse quickly wiped his mouth and felt as if he was going to throw up, feeling the way his stomach churned from all the cum. He gulped heavily and the Warg sighed, tucking himself away before they were spotted.

"Atta boy. I think we'll take all these: my boys will enjoy them." Ulysses smirked and Jayson's eyes widened. The young boy had no idea what he meant, but he knew it couldn't be good.

Forced to undress once more, Jayson put on his old clothes and was thankful to be out of the girly dress. Ulysses, however, planned to go through with what he said, taking the dresses to the counter and paying for them on his debit card without batting an eyelid at the price. Jayson nervously stood next to him, not daring to say a word or beg people for help, for fear of what the Warg might do to him.

They wandered out and back to the car in silence, with a bag dangling from the Warg's hand, stuffed with various girly outfits that Jayson hoped he didn't have to wear. He dreaded the idea of it. They stepped back into the Warg's car and, once again, Jayson sat in the back as commanded. He leant against the door and looked out the window, wondering what he could have done differently. Maybe he shouldn't have messed with the Warg. He had a feeling that no amount of apologising would make the Warg stop now.

They parked outside the Warg's house, and Ulysses turned in his seat to glance back at the Mouse, glaring at him. He opened the driver's door.

"Stay here." He ordered, stepping out and shutting it behind him, heading up to his house. Jayson sat there in silence and waited with bated breath, wondering what dastardly thing the Warg was going to do next.

It wasn't until 10 minutes later that the large canine finally stepped out, and the dog he owned was following him, trotting up to the car with the happiest expression it could muster. It stood patiently by the door, waiting obediently until Ulysses opened the side door, just opposite Jayson. The Dog hopped up and stepped on the back seats, sniffing Jayson's face, before he turned and settled down into his seat.

"Um...Why is he coming with us?" Jayson asked nervously, and Ulysses flashed a grin at the Mouse from the rear view mirror.

"Well, it wouldn't be fair to not let Harry have some fun too, would it?" The Warg replied very matter-of-factly, kicking the engine into gear and reversing out of the drive. Jayson felt a knot in his stomach tightening, and he looked over at the dog, who was already happily enjoying the heat of the car's interior.

Once again, it took them all of 5 minutes to reach Jayson's house, and the Warg ushered the boy inside, along with the dog and the bag in his hand. Jayson made a bee-line for the couch and took a seat before the Warg got any ideas, and Ulysses sauntered through into the kitchen. Harry seemed to enjoy the change of scenery and began exploring, trotting around the room and sniffing over at the stairs, before he finally retreated over to the couch, taking a seat. The Dog was remarkably obedient.

Ulysses returned from the kitchen with the leash and collar in hand from before, and Jayson quickly realised that he must have retrieved it from the house. The Mouse quickly shifted backwards on the couch and moved into the corner, tucking his legs up and nervously staring over at the towering canine, who shot him a wicked grin.

"I just got in touch with my boys. They'll be over tomorrow," The Warg informed the boy, fiddling with the collar in his hands. "They can't wait to meet you."

Jayson felt his mouth go dry, and didn't quite understand what he meant at first, but he quickly realised that the Warg was referring to numerous other people, namely his friends. Ulysses stepped closer, and Jayson visibly flinched as he felt the cool touch of the leather collar around his neck.

"Just a little rehearsal for tomorrow. From now on, you'll call me 'Master' in private. You got that? You're my slave now, Jayson." The Warg assured him, sliding a finger under the Mouse's chin and forcing him to raised his head. Jayson stared into the Warg's blue eyes and his body quivered and a little sniffle escaped his mouth. The Warg backed off, at least for now.

"Hungry?" The large canine plodded across the room towards the kitchen. "Can't have my slave going hungry."

"U-Um. Yeah." Jayson muttered quietly, lowering his head. Harry hopped up onto the plush leather couch and shuffled his way over towards the Mouse, placing his large, white-furred head on the Mouse's lap. It could sense his gear, and was trying to ease his nerves. A small smile played upon Jayson's lips, and he ran a hand over the canine's head, giving him a small pat.

Ulysses stepped out from the kitchen minutes later and quirked an eyebrow at the pair of them as he moved closer, a large plate in his hand. Sitting atop it was various sandwiches and biscuits, which he could only assume was a decent amount of food for the pair of them. Harry was obedient enough to not take the food, but his nostrils visibly flared at the smell.

"Eat up. You'll need your strength for later." Ulysses assured the boy. He still had plenty of punishments in store for the Mouse, but he also knew he needed to eat and look like he had been taken care of, else Jayson's parents might sue him for negligence. Slowly, the Rodent leant over and took a sandwich, biting down into it and slowly chewing. He didn't dare to say a word, and Ulysses admittedly enjoyed the silence, for the time being.

It was nearing the late afternoon by now, and Ulysses was feeling a little too tired to be doing much punishing, instead deciding to take a couple of hours reprieve to relax and watch the Television. Jayson didn't dare to move and seemed to be silent enjoying the company of the dog cuddling up to him, which helped him to relax a little more. Harry had fallen asleep on the boy, laid out to his fullest on the couch, with his head resting on the Mouse's lap.

It was just after the end of a relatively benign show that Ulysses finally started to move, and Harry perked up his head when he felt the Warg beside him moving. The larger canine slowly got to his feet and turned towards Jayson, who stared up at him with a nervous expression.

"Come on, then," He began, gesturing with a hand. "You shold probably get a shower. It's getting late."

"...Right." Jayson slowly nodded and got to his feet, sliding out from under the dog and then quickly moving past the Warg and up the stairs. He heard the footsteps of the large canine following him, and he'd hoped to get to the bathroom before the Warg could catch up. He rounded the corner and stepped into the bathroom in what he thought was the nick of time, but a foot was placed into the door just as he was about to close it.

"I didn't say you could take it alone." The Warg pointed out, stepping into the bathroom and shutting it behind them with a sinister gaze. Jayson shook his head and stepped back, his lower lip wobbling.

"Please, I'm sorry, I won--" He began, but the Warg was already upon him, reaching down to pull the Mouse's hoodie over his head. Ulysses did the same with his own shirt, tossing it to the side and taking off his pants. His fat sheath swung left and right as he adjusted himself, kicking his feet out of the pants and standing in the nude.

Jayson looked away, knowing what was going to happen. He felt a finger sneaking into the gap between his neck and the collar, firmly tugging him towards the Warg and causing him to stumble. A large hand slid around the small of his back and a thumb tucked into the waistline of his pants, sliding them down over his boyish ass. The 11 year old sniffled under his breath and lowered his head, watching the sheath below pulse and throb into life.

"If you know what's good for you, you wont struggle." Ulysses suggested, leading the boy towards the wall as his hand pushed down against the Rodent's pants, forcing them to the floor. Jayson stumbled momentarily as he stepped out of them, and a hand snuck under the curvature of his ass, hoisting him up.

He felt the cool tiles against his back as the Warg lifted him up against the wall, pushing firmly into him. Jayson was forced to spread his legs, and a guiding hand lead his ankles around, making him lock them together around the Warg's manly hips. Tears were already bubbling in Jayson's eyes, but the Warg ignored them with all the indifference he could muster, the tip of his member sliding out of his sheath and smearing up against the Mouse's behind.

"I wonder how much you've tightened up." Ulysses muttered, with one hand on the Mouse's hips, and the other propping him up by his armpit. He quickly guided the Rodent's hands onto his shoulders to steady the cub's shaking body, and the tapered end of his canine cock smeared against Jayson's used entrance. He prodded for a moment, before he pushed down against Jayson's hips, letting gravity do most of the work.

It still stung quite considerably, and Jayson winced as the cock began to enter into him once again. He hissed out his pain and his muscles clenched around the thick cock, gripping as hard as he could in the hopes he might be able to push the Warg out of him. It was a futile effort; gravity made it all the more easier for Ulysses to stuff himself deeper and deeper into the Mouse's ass. The tension of the Rodent pressed up against the wall forced him into place, and the Warg groaned, pressing his nose against the cub's head.

Slowly, he began to thrust, his cock growing with each hump and jut of his hips. His cock swelled with gusto from the stimulation as the knot swelled at the base, pressing against Jayson's tight ass. He was already full mast, and Jayson was taking his cock a lot easier than the first time. The remnants of the Warg's previous load were still there in the Mouse's ass, and we he thrust, his pre-cum added to it.

Jayson whinced and whimpered with each hump, his toes curling as his fingers dug into the Warg's shoulders. Tears trickled down his cheeks and his tiny, flaccid dick bobbed up and down with each thrust. Ulysses soon began to pick up speed, the air filling with the wet, slapping sounds of their forced love-making. Ulysses groaned under his breath, his hips gyrating with alarming efficiency as his thick, canine member prodded and pulsed against the Mouse's prostate.

"Fuck, I'm already so close," The Warg marvelled, slowing down somewhat to prolong the moment. "You're still so damn tight. My friends are gonna love that."

Jayson whimpered his response, which sounded weak and miserable to his own ears. The canine chuckled above him and quickly sped up again, deciding it was better to dump his load now, rather than later. After a number of powerful, grunt-driven thrusts, the Warg shoved up as hard as he could, and his knot pressed against the used pink ring, threatening to enter. The cock pulsed powerfully and the Warg quickly orgasmed, spurting a fat glob of cum into the cub's asshole, followed by hot, sticky ropes of seed, shooting into the Mouse's intimate areas.

"Mmh. That's the stuff..." Ulysses mumbled quietly, slipping his cock back and withdrawing from the Mouse rather quickly. Cum dribbled from the Mouse's asshole, thanks to gravity, and the young cub was left a quivering, tense mess. The Warg eventually let him go, and the Mouse settled on his feet, his legs wobbling.

"Take a shower and get to bed. You've got a big day tomorrow." Ulysses winked and patted the Mouse's head with a certain degree of malice, chuckling under his breath as he stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Jayson stood there for a moment, trembling and clutching his nethers, before he finally moved forwards and stepped into the shower. Turning on the hot tap, he sighed as the warm water hit his face and ran down his body. He washed away every remnant of the Warg's touch, trying to forget what had happened the past couple of days. He considered telling his parents about what had happened, but he also thought they might not believe him. Part of him wondered exactly how passionate and nice the Warg could be if Jayson wasn't even under punishment. God, why was he thinking that?

After half an hour of daydreaming and vigorous scrubbing, Jayson stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, quickling making his way to his room and shutting the door behind him. Thankful for the momentary privacy, the Mouse clambered into bed and curled himself up within the covers, leaving the damp towel on the floor. He pulled the duvet over his head and tried to scrub the memories from his mind. It took what felt like hours before sleep finally took him, and his dreams were rife with both good and bad impressions of the towering Warg, in very foreseeable facet of his personality. He dreamt of the way his hands might lovingly tough his young Mouse body, but also dreamt of the ways they could harm him.

By the time he awoke in the morning, he felt groggy and too sleepy to do anything. He felt as if he hadn't slept at all, and the clock on the end table confirmed as such. It was only 7am, and he groggily rolled over, keeping himself well hidden within the sheets. He wanted to hide for as long as possible, until he was forcibly dragged out of bed by the Warg himself.

It wasn't until around the early afternoon before the Warg finally came to check on the boy, and he lingered in the doorway, staring over at the mass of sheets lying on Jayson's bed. Ulysses stepped over towards him and swept the covers off, exposing the Mouse to the air. Jayson was dressed in his usual pyjamas and groaned, covering his head from the sunlight.

"Christ, are all you rich kids the same? C'mon, get up. It's 2pm, damnit." Ulysses leant down and grabbed the Mouse, who struggled against his grip and somehow managed to slip out of it. The Warg grimaced and grasped the Mouse by his ankle, dragging him out of the bed. Jayson's upper torso hit the floor with a small grunt, and the cub finally rolled over, looking remarkably groggy.

"Get dressed in one of those pretty new numbers I bought you and get downstairs. My friends are already here." The Warg demanded, snapping his fingers at the Mouse, before turning on a heel and stepping out of the room. Jayson groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes as he stared over at the back of the door. He hadn't noticed last night, but Ulysses had put all of the dresses on hangers and hung them up on the back of his door for him to look at. He felt a pit bubbling away in his stomach and he sighed, getting to his feet.

It took him more or less 20 minutes to get down the stairs after getting dressed. Part of it was trying to wake himself up, and he eventually managed to do so by splashing cold water on his face. After that, he had to put the collar back on that he'd taken off last night, knowing that the Warg would complain if it wasn't there. All that was left was to pick a dress, and he begrudgingly went for a summery one, that was the colour of blue skies. He made his way down the stairs with a sour expression, his blond hair brushed back a little. He could already hear people talking and he hovered by the entrance to the living room. He eventually bottled his courage and stepped out for them to see.

He counted 4 men, including the Warg himself. Ulysses was standing not too far away and gestured to the Mouse when the other men saw him, and they all jeered and whislted in his direction, making the cub's cheeks burn with the shame and humiliation. He quickly glanced over their features, and recognised some sort of Bull, a Panther or Jaguar, and a Dragon, apparently without wings. All of them seemed just as tall, and just as muscled as the Warg did, and Jayson had to wonder whether they were all in a secret cult.

"This is the spoilt little bitch I've been having to take care of," Ulysses grabbed Jayson's arm and pulled him closer, putting an arm around his shoulders. "Jayson, this is Clive, Zach, and Chett. Guys, this is Jayson."

Jayson guessed he was referring to them in tern. Chett, the Dragon, was the first to stand, and he made his way over to the young cub, putting a hand atop his head and giving him a small pet. It gave Jayson ample time look over his features. Chett had a stocky frame that you'd expect from a father or a coach, and he wore tight-fitting, expensive clothes. He stared down at Jayson with sharp yellow eyes, and the Mouse briefly glanced over his dark, ashen-grey and purple scales.

"Cute kid. Shame you already broke him in." Chett marvelled, and Jayson felt a shudder go up his spine. Were all these men into him in that way? Wasn't that meant to be wrong?

The 4 of them chuckled amongst themselves as Ulysses lead Jayson over to a seat, sitting him down in between the two others, Clive and Zach. The Bull to his left put an arm around his slender, boyish frame whilst the Panther put a hand on his lap. The pair of them made him feel uncomfortable, but Ulysses didn't seem to tell them to stop, either.

"So, who goes first?" Clive, the Bull, asked his friend, and Ulysses shrugged.

"Harry was here first. He should get to take the first turn." Chett pointed out with a wicked smirk, and there was a murmur of agreement between the adults. After a brief moment, Zach, the Jaguar, ushered the boy to his feet, and turned him around.

"On your knees, boy." Zach demanded, and Jayson whimpered quietly, doing as he was told. He knelt in front of the couch and a hand was placed on his back, forcing him forwards and down against the cushions, where he rested his head in his arms and scrunched his eyes up, feeling hands all over his body, stroking and groping him.

It didn't take long before he felt a hand sliding up his body and lifting the dress up with it, exposing the tight white briefs he wore underneath. He heard the murmur of something inaudible, before feeling a large hand groping one of his boyish cheeks, giving it a firm squeeze every now and again. That hand slowly raised up and slipped underneath his briefs, a middle finger sliding down between his cheeks, before the fingertip hovered above his tight pink button. He tensed when he felt the digit pressing against his entrance, slowly applying pressure and rotating in a small circle. Admittedly, it felt rather nice, but Jayson couldn't help but feel violated regardless.

The finger applied pressure for a little whilst longer, whilst another hand grabbed the waistline of his briefs and slipped them down over his rump, roughly mosey-ing them down his legs and around his knees, eventually pulling them off his feet and leaving his rear end completely exposed. A man above him let out a small groan of appreciation at the sight, and he felt the pressure from the digit intensifying, making him squirm a little.

"He feels a bit loose. You sure you're not being too rough, Uly?" One of the men quipped over at the Warg, who let out a rugged chuckle in response.

"Maybe I have. But he deserved it, had me dressing up as a butler and doing all sorts of crap for him." The canine replied, and there was yet another murmur of agreement amongst the adult parties involved.

Slowly, the finger pulled back, and he heard someone from the right hand side calling for the dog to come forwards. Jayson twisted his head to the side and peeked out to see the fluffy, white feral dog trotting towards them, looking rather pleased to be receiving some sort of attention. He padded around the coffee table out of Jayson's vision, but it didn't take long for him to see the wet nose pressing against his ass, sniffing around and curiously licking left and right, thankfully missing his tight pucker completely.

The dog, however, seemed to understand what was to transpire, and Jayson suddenly felt the weight of the dog atop him, that white fluff chest pressing against his back. He felt two large hands on his hips, pulling him backwards a little until he was balancing his entire front torso on only his arms, which were propped up by the couch. He could feel the Dog's hips colliding with his boyish behind, and felt the tip of something wet and warm against his rump, sliding around and trying to find an entrance.

The second the tapered end of the dog's cock touched the pucker, the canine thrust hard, and his cock slipped out of his sheath rather quickly. Enveloped by Jayson's squeezing insides, the dog began to thrust and hump with alarming ferocity. The dog seemed to have only one set speed, which made it all the more uncomfortable for Jayson to accommodate him. The blood gorged to the canine's cock incredibly quickly, and the knot swelled as it's base within mere seconds, but somehow didn't manage to knot into his asshole just yet. Jayson whimpered in brief pain as the dog made good use of him, the panting animal slamming his hips back and forth, pistoning like a feral machine.

The 4 men watched with a certain degree of eagerness as the Dog made good use of the boy below him, it's balls heaving back and forth and smacking off of the cub's behind with gusto. It's thrusts grew wetter and wetter, eliciting a wet slap with each vigorous pound. The young cub quivered and trembled beneath the canine, his toes curling and his insides squeezing from the uncomfortable accommodation of the thick, knotting member. At least he wasn't as big as Ulysses, but it was still a tight fit.

The dog showed no signs of stopping, it's thrusts short and simple, powerful and fast. It seemed to only pull back an inch or so before shoving forwards, bouncing it's knot off of the cub's backside and using it as some sort of leverage to thrust faster. There were no indications how close it was, but Jayson was certain it was enjoying itself: he could hear the pleasured pants from up above, and felt the occasional drops of spittle on the back of his head, making him recoil.

The dog's orgasm happened rather suddenly. The canine thrust forwards with renewed vigour and shoved hard into Jayson's backside, making him wince and let out a weak squeak of surprise. Despite clenching as hard as he could, the knot forced it's way into his backside, stretching his sphincter to it's limit as the canine thrust with what little room it had, sliding it's cock back and forth a couple of centimetres, and relishing the feeling of Jayson's instinctive clenching on it's knot. After a few moments, Jayson felt a sudden warmth in his backside, as thick strings of cum shot deep into his insides, the knot keeping the canine firmly locked to him. It took a few moments before the canine finally slowed, and he stopped atop the young boy, tongue lolling and tail frantically wagging.

Before Jayson had any room to recuperate, the canine was moving, and it's leg cocked over the boy's slim frame, scraping it's claws across the small of his back as it clambered around to stand facing away from him. Somehow, the cock was still firmly embedded in his backside, and this position seemed to spark even more pleasure for the canine, as he felt even heavier spurts into his ass. Jayson pressed his head down into his arms and groaned quietly, sniffling a little here and there as the dog emptied himself into his ass.

"That was a pretty good show. Don't you think so, fellas?" Ulysses chimed in, and there was a chuckling murmur of agreement. Slowly, the Warg got to his feet and moved to sit over beside Jayson, cupping his chin and forcing the boy to look at it.

"Would you look at that? No tears this time. You're growing into a big boy pretty quickly." The Warg teased, and Jayson's lower lip wobbling. He pulling his head from the canine's grip and looked away from him as he felt a hand on his back, stroking along his white fur.

"That's not the only thing that's big." The Jaguar chimed, and Jayson didn't know what he meant at first, until he felt a hand sliding around his cock. He didn't even realise it, but he was hard, achingly so, and the mere touch to his dick made his face flush. He felt oddly needy, but he didn't want to admit how weird the entire ordeal had felt, nor how aroused he suddenly was.

"Oh, so you enjoyed it too? You should have told me you were a whore." The Warg openly degraded him and Jayson buried his head into his arms so that he didn't have to look at them. He felt a hand wrapping around his small, underdeveloped cock, and his toes curled from the pleasure that swam across his groin. His body tensed, and by extension his cock throbbed and his ass tightened. He could feel the knot inside his ass swelled and pulsing in response.

"He's a little leaky, too." Zach pointed out with a small smirk, sliding his hand up and down the cock, peeling back the foreskin to expose the wet, dripping urethra, before sliding the foreskin back over the head again. Jayson's breath felt hot on his arms and his chest heaved from the tantalising pleasure spread throughout his groin. He felt dirty. Disgusting. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he wanted so much more. He only needed it a little longer.

His entire body shuddered in delight and he let out a small groan under his breath as he suddenly felt a pressure build up in his loins, and release without warning. A thick glob of semen oozed from the end of his cock and dripped down onto the pristine carpet floor below them, and there was a small silence throughout the room as he orgasmed. That thick glob was followed by small, tiny drips, and the pleasure that had built up around his body had suddenly faded, disappearing as quickly as it arrived. Jayson was left feeling unsatisfied, and secretly craving more. He hated himself for feeling that way.

"Wow. Eager boy." Clive chimed in, and the Dragon on the far side chuckled to himself. Ulysses quirked an eyebrow down at the cub, before he got to his feet.

"I'm grabbing a beer. He's all yours, boys." Ulysses assured them, wandering through into the kitchen and leaving an exposed and used Mouse with his friends. Jayson's eyes widened and he wanted to protest, but he knew it was futile.

"Free reign, huh? That's rare, but I like it." Chett stood from his seat and crossed to room to join the other two men. Jayson felt hands on his ass and fingers dug into his rump, making him squirm as he physically stretched his ass open. He cried out in mild pain, and didn't realise at first why they were even doing it. He soon realised it was to force the dog out of his ass, and he soon felt an emptiness within his rump as the dog was forced to withdraw. Suddenly, he felt hands on his hips, and he was moved.

The world spun for a moment, before he found himself sitting upright again. At first, he thought he was sitting on the couch, but he quickly realised that the leathery texture underneath him actually belonged to the Dragon. He squirmed and tried to move, but Chett put an arm around his body, holding him tight.

"Where're you goin', huh? We're just about to get started. Don't you want to have fun?" Chett breathed out the words into one of Jayson's large, sensitive ears, and he shuddered in response. In front of him stood both Clive and Zach, who were already taking off their pants, leaving their shirts on for now. Chett already seemed to be undressed enough: Jayson's gaze was brought to the shorts underneath his feet that were planted on the Dragon's knees, and he quickly realised that he was, essentially, sitting on the Dragon's cock.

Slowly, he felt Chett moving under him, and a hand raised up to part his legs, greeting him to the side of a thick, ridged cock, with a strange canine-like end. He stared down at the exotic member and his mouth went dry from the sheer size of it, before his head snapped up to the other two molesters. They appeared to be similarly endowed, and equally as exotic: the Jaguar sported a relatively shorter but thicker member, ladened with small barbs from about halfway up, and the Bull sported an relatively humanoid member with an odd medial ring in the middle. It appeared relatively long and aching for attention: the underside seemed to glisten with sticky pre-cum.

Zach stepped forwards to stand between the Dragon's spread legs, as the Bovine clambered up onto the couch beside them, his thick member dangling inches from Jayson's uncomfortable face. Slowly, the Mouse was hoisted up, and he realised where the first member was going. He tried to stammer out his protests, but Chett ignored him as he slipped the head of his member against the stretched, used asshole, stuffing himself down into the cub's wet, sticky passage. The Dragon didn't seem to mind too much about sloppy seconds, groaning under his breath from the warm and wet feeling around his member as he sunk deeper and deeper. The ridges raked along the Mouse's insides and caused him to shudder in response, a gasp hitching in his throat.

"Oh, he likes it." Zach seemed amused as he curled one of the Rodent's ankles around, sliding the end of his pre-cum oozing cock against the sole of the Mouse's foot, lightly sliding it against his toes and stickying them up with the clear substance. Jayson instinctively curled his toes, wincing in mild discomfort whilst angling his head away from the cock sliding up against his cheek, stickying it with pre-seed.

Slowly, Zach began to slowly hump up into him, stuffing his member right down to the base, up against his slit, there no knot seemed to form. The ridges dragged up and down the Cub's velvety insides, enough to make him almost contiually tremble from the sensation, whilst Zach seemed to thoroughly enjoy himself using the Mouse's feet to his liking, adding the other foot to his assault and sliding his barbed cock between the two toes, coating them in the sticky seed. The Bull eventually grew impatient, and Clive grasped Jayson's chin, angling the head towards his cock and forcing the boy's mouth open.

"Open wide, bitch." Clive muttered, stuffing the head of his humanoid-like member into the boy's mouth, and pushing down into it. The head of his cock grazed against the cub's mouth and spurted a delicious glob of pre-cum against the back of the boy's throat. Jayson scrunched up his eyes and whined gently, his toes curling around the member between them, eliciting a groan from the Jaguar.

"You sure you don't want in on this?" Chett suggested, hooking his hands around Jayson's legs and spreading them, exposing his used and stretched ass whilst his cock plowed into it, back and forth. The Jaguar seemed to paused and consider it for a moment, before a grin spread across his face. Jayson had to watch from the corner of his eye as Zach leant over his body, his cock lining up with his already stuffed hole.

The Mouse began to whine in protest, reaching his hands up to push his hands against the Bull's crotch, trying to pull his mouth off of the thick member, but the Bull put a hand around his head, firmly holding him down. Zach's hands replaced Chett's own, and the Dragon raised his own arms up, putting them around the cub's own and locking them back, forcing him to remain still. The tip of the feline member pressed against his ass and suddenly began to push as Chett was pulling back. The draconic cock was replaced by the feline one, and Jayson winced. It wasn't the worst part, however: the came next.

The feline pulled back, and the barbs flared as he went, pinching and dragging against the Mouse's interior, making him gasp and his entire body to tingle. It was both painful and pleasurable at the same time, and the uncomfortable mixture of both made him groan. The cock pulled back, soon to be replaced by the Dragon's own, and they began in on a series of timed thrusts.

The Mouse was being abused from all sides: his ass was used over and over by two different men as the Bull began to vigorously thrust into his mouth, shoving his thick cock right down to the cub's throat and stretching it to it's limit. He couldn't move or fight back, left to weakly whimper amidst the grunting, gyrating men.

In the kitchen, Ulysses was making a sandwich when the phone rang. He quickly picked it up and made sure it wasn't too loud when he answered.

"Hello?" He quietly spoke, with a degree of formalness.

"Hi. Ulysses? It's Jayson's parents." The voice returned back, and the Warg quickly glanced back through to the living room to make sure they couldn't hear, or be heard.

"Ah, yes. How are things?" He replied, changing his tone to something more pleasant.

"Oh, it's wonderful. I just want to check in and say...well...we've decided to stay the rest of the week. Would you be alright to watch him for longer?"

"...Oh. That's not a problem." A wicked grin spread across Ulysses's face as he peered back into the room, watching the gyrating, thrusting men abusing the poor Mouse caught in their mitts.

"Wonderful. We'll keep in touch. Thanks Ulysses."

"No worries. Enjoy your holiday. Bye." The Warg put the phone down and finished making his sandwich.

Jayson hadn't even spotted the Warg speaking on the phone, namely because the only thing in his current sight was a groaning, sweaty, gyrating Bull and Jaguar. His ass felt practically numb as the men pistoned in and out of his behind. Their thrusts had begun to grow irregular until they were both thrusting at once, but the pain had faded out long ago, left with a simple, uncomfortable sensation that made him squirm.

"Fuck, gonna nut..." Clive muttered, pulling his cock back and allowing the cub a brief reprieive of air. The young Mouse gasped in a gulp a air as the Bull slid his cock against the Rodent's nose, furiously jerking himself off. He let out a low, guttural groan and rolled his head back as his cock pulsed and twitched, spurting thick, gooey ropes of cum all over the Mouse's face, from his forehead, down to his chin. He forced the boy's mouth open for just a few seconds to deposit a few thick dollops of cum into his mouth, before he flopped back onto the couch, exhausted.

All that was left were the last two men, who were already grunting and moaning into his ear, whilst he lay back and take it, sniffling and mildly panting. His cock little dick bobbed up and down, flaccid and untouched, and he looked down to see the cocks thrusting powerfully in and out of him.

"Aww, not liking it now?" Chett teased into the boy's ear, retracting one of his hands to reach down and fondle the Mouse's little cock, making Jayson momentarily tense up and squeeze around the dicks inside him.

"Oooh fuck." Zach suddenly groaned, sliding forwards and resting against the cub and adult as his thick member deposited it's own load, spurting against the Dragon's own and coating it in his seed. Neither of the men seemed to care about being in contact with each other's cum, and Chett quickly began to hump up, not wanting to be last, as his large hand fondled Jayson's flaccid member.

He didn't finish too long after: it only took a few rough, powerful humps into the cub's backside before his load met with the Jaguar's own. Jayson had counted how many loads he'd taken: 3. He had a feeling there'd be so much more.

The men panted above him, chuckling to one-another and eventually leaning back, glancing at one-another, as Ulysses re-entered the room, sandwich in hand.

"Yo, good news," Ulysses began, biting into his sandwich and speaking with his mouth full. "Your parents called."

Jayson perked his head up and hoped for good news, praying they had said they'd be returning early. He could tell by the wicked grin on the man's face that his hopes were dashed.

"They're staying for the week." It was all Ulysses had to say, and Jayson's hope was shattered. He relaxed against the Dragon and a single, stray tear trickled down his cheek.

He was in hell, and it was all his fault.