FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

WARNING: This story is of a male forced into homosexual sex. If you do not like that concept, than DONT READ THIS STORY. LOL

If it was fappable, let me know in the comments below! That's like the ultimate compliment! ;3

IF YOU DON'T WANT BACKSTORY just search for "That's what a real male smells like..." and off you go. :3 Enjoy!

PS: Don't be too ruthless with your critiques please, I do try my very best!

---

I had been watching the kid next door slowly growing up for a few years. He had been a pretty good kid, generally. The type to have all his little friends over for birthday parties and the type that said "excuse me" and "thank you" when their manners called for it. His dad was a good guy too; he seemed like a real stand up kind of guy and always seemed to be wearing a smile that suited his muzzle well. He worked for the fire department which typically meant long hours but it kept him rather fit, it wasn't exactly unheard of to see him working around the house or doing some car repairs without a shirt on. Obviously the company he kept was quite respectful as well, and there was something oddly satisfying about seeing a fire truck outside occasionally. They were that kind of family, if you catch my drift. The kind to invite you over on the weekend for brats or bring over soup when they knew you were sick, though you could say most of our neighborhood was like that.

Only a few of us had actually lived here since the division was first built, but everyone was pretty kind and the friendly sort. It was the type of place where the neighbors wave at you while you grabbed the paper and called the police if they ever saw anything unusual or out of place. It reminded me of the neighborhood I grew up in when I was a lil' tyke, my mom and dad not much different from any other story. Dad was a hard worker, and he believed strongly that if you worked hard, you would make something out of yourself. He ended up owning a little corner convenience shop not terribly far from where my house is now, though the building it was in has long since been torn down and used as development for larger modern shops unsurprisingly.

Things started to turn after his dad had passed away, there was an article about it in our towns little paper about a firefighter killed in a blaze. Only a few months later the weekend barbecues slowly stopped, and eventually his absence was considered the new normality. Years went by before I'd started to realize the kid was getting out of hand next door without his old man to keep him on the straight and narrow. What started out as a mild mannered boy next door was slowly slipping into a mouthy out of control teen and I couldn't exactly blame mom for not having dad at home. It had been a few years since he was the strapping little thing mowed our lawns for a bit of summer cash, and now he'd started to slowly grow into a monster. It started with piercings on his ears, an industrial and plugs and then snakebites under his lips and god knows what else a person couldn't easily see. He started to add some color to head headfur. First just making it a bit darker, and then it became a deep blue.

I knew he was searching for himself like we all do when we go through that time in our lives, but I wasn't fond of the way he was getting increasingly lippy with his mom. There's something about a guy yellin' at a lady because he thinks he's bigger and louder that just really makes my blood boil but I knew what transpired next door really wasn't my business, so I tried to stay out of it as best I could. I'd see him coming home later and later, sometimes stumbling out of his car and up the driveway past midnight, smelling of all sorts of things a kid his age doesn't need to be busying himself with but it was the way he was getting angry at his mom for caring that really agitated me good. He kept getting louder with her, something about his changes in wardrobe and grooming style combined really made it hard to believe this was just a phase. This was a good kid who in the near future, is going to be making choices that are irreversible and his mother wasn't behind the wheel. Weather that's drunk driving or god knows what, and it all came to a climax when he was old enough to drive and it seemed like instantly he'd picked up an old 67 Mustang GT. Cherry red paint job that was so high gloss, you'd think it was fresh off the factory floor. The little shit was driving a nicer ride than I was.

I'd heard him going to town on her one night. I could hear him over the sound of my tv and the laundry machine, from inside a house with closed windows, if that gives you any idea just how loud he was being. Now I'd stayed out of it completely up until this point because I'm a good natured guy, not because I consider myself small or weak. I work hard and I work a lot, and the last thing I care to hear in my spare time is this little shit goin' to town on his mom because he thinks he's bigger and tougher than her. The thought makes my blood start to boil and the fork fell from my hand as I stood instinctively. I walked over to their house, hearing him calling her a bitch and I gave the door a firm knock. "Yeah?" she answers the door, her makeup running a little and her hair looking a little disheveled. "You okay?" I ask pointedly, looking past her at her son who stomps out of view, the thudding fades as he walks down the hall and is followed by the loud slam of what I presume is his bedroom door. "Yeah..." she nods meekly, her hand clutching her housecoat tightly "I'm sorry Andy, if we woke you or anything... I really am... He just gets upset sometimes... They think he's bipolar or something, I'm not sure."

The way her voice warbled made my heart heavy for the hybrid in front of me. Some mixture of feline with a hint of tiger stripes evident on her beige, possibly-lion coat and my eyes lock onto hers to make sure she was telling me the truth. "Why don't you let me take care of him?" I ask her in a low, almost pleading voice. Man what I'd give to straighten this fuck head out, and as she'd draw her house coat tighter and give a little snicker she'd shake her head in a silent no before answering. "No... No it's okay Andy, he... Y'know, he's going through a hard time with school n'stuff... He's not so bad." she tries to defend him, but as she looks into my eyes once more we both know how wrong she is, but she won't pull the trigger on her own son, and I can't exactly fault her for that either. "Y'sure...? I really... Wouldn't mind." I try one last time to coax her, and she just shakes her head at me, and gives me a meek smile. "Alright..." I answer her "But... If I catch him outside... I'm obligated to take action, you know..."I remind her in the most polite way I possibly can. The bulk of my body could practically block in the door frame from where I stood, and I know I can look a bit intimidating but she doesn't seem afraid of me as we spoke intimately. "No... I know Andy... I'm sorry again for the trouble." she nodded gently, inadvertently verifying my permission to defend myself and my property in terms of speaking, and I knew it was only a matter of time before life at home was going to start spilling over to my side of our adjacent driveways.

It was a few months later when it all came to a head, another quiet night in our sleepy neighborhood and it seemed like things might have calmed down a little next door but I'd soon find out that came with a reason. It was late in the evening, I had a video on and outside I heard a car roll in. Not any car, I should specify, I heard that mustang roll in. The heavy gurgle of that carburetor doing it's best was unmistakable, and the sound that followed it wasn't any different. Metal to metal, grinding, scraping before the engine finally comes to a stop. I resist the urge to the best of my ability to go check outside, knowing how likely I was to just anger myself, but the sounds get louder. Until eventually I hear the sound of a girl, who sounds like she's doing her best to tell him no. Sharp, loud, unmistakable and I almost broke the glass in my hand as I stood.

I moved quickly, a sense of urgency in my steps as I came around the garage to see the two connected driveways running side by side. I walk around my car to see the massive gash he's left from my back bumper all the way to my front with his front fender as he pulled in, and I see this mother fucker squirming over onto some girl fighting him on the passenger seat and I knew this night was about to take a very sharp and unexpected turn for the worse. In only a moment I find myself already ripping him off of her, and I throw his body with such force against the passenger door of his mother's car that I can see the sizable dent I've left there. He falls limp to the cement for a moment, pants down by his knees and his dick out and hard as diamonds. I look behind me to the girl, and I tell her to get out of here in the most subtle and controlled voice I could. My body swimming with so much endorphins my skin felt like it was on fire and every part of me wanted to bloody this kid up.

"You fucking faggot!" I hear him say as he stands and I already know this kid's night is about to get a lot worse. He stammers up, trying to tuck his own arousal into his pants as he stands and he tries to swing at me, and something inside me decided to let him land it. Broad, weighty fist connects with the side of my muzzle nudging my face and in a flash my fist is connecting with his in kind. I can see the spittle and blood from the force I hit him with spraying across the ground and down his chin. "Y'think you're tough? Let's see if you're tough..." I spat at him, grabbing him by the neck and carrying him backward on his stammering feet. I had more height on him than I'd realized, and now I'm wondering what species his family was mixed in with. Maybe some tiger, a bit of lion, and the tips of those ears and his height or lack there of make me think lynx. Though his muzzle had a squareness iconic of a canine of some sort, though it wasn't very common for different families to mix Felidae with Canidae. It wasn't very easy, and that made it exceptionally uncommon, but anything is possible with science these days...

"Let me go!?" he's practically choking as I squeeze ever so slightly on his neck, turning my body around to drag him by his scruff just to let him think he has a chance and my claws sink more than I care to admit but he didn't cry out at the subtle pain. I opened my garage door and threw his body forward, watching him crash into my work bench sending tools falling in a metal cascade that I'm sure the entire neighborhood could hear and a part of me just hoped they would come and see what I was about to do to this little piece of shit. "Fucking faggot! Get off me!" he'd shout once more, and I was getting pretty tired of hearing the same tired insult. These kids today... Man they really didn't have the originality or the pizzazz we used to add to our insults. I mean at least be creative with it, but this was just lazy... I see him palm a wrench and prepare to punch me again with it, I guess he thought it'd be like brass knuckles but as I let him connect with my face one last time, he realized very suddenly the scale of his mistake. "You think you're real tough, don't ya'..." I started... My voice dropping to a depth I wasn't even familiar with and it came out in a thunderous growl "You don't even know what a man looks like." I added and the rage built in my body, I could feel it making my veins rush and the fur along my spine stand on end and I swear I could feel every part of my body grow bigger in the moment.

"I'm getting out of here..!" he'd choked out at me, like it was a decision he'd just suddenly come to and the very concept made me chuckle in that low thunderous sound. He starts to move around me and I palm his head, the scale of our difference suddenly evident again. My heritage was wolf and kodiak, mixed in with a smidge of dragon and an equale smidge of equine. I was a mutt, a hodgepodge of labor-types and I towered over this piece of shit like I could squish him under a foot. My palm came down and before I even realized what I was doing, his head was being forced into my crotch. I'd feel him struggle and fight me but it was effortless to force him to remain in spite of himself. I reach down to unbutton my pants and a moment later I hear my belt fall to the cement floor of the work area and his breath is panting out under my balls. "You smell that...?" I goaded "That's what a real male smells like..." I informed. His hands were balled up slamming against my hips like a kid having a temper tantrum in a store and he'd finally bit at the inner part of one of my thighs. My pelt was thick though, between it and my size it felt like little more than a pinch but I knew I'd have to reprimand him. "Still think you're tough boy? Okay... Lets see how tough you are..." I barter, pulling him back by that shitty colored hair and I use one hand to force his mouth wide open. He starts to thrash, letting me know right when I get it to the very outer edge just before I'd do harm, and I'm glad I was able to get it that far open because my cock head spread his throat just as wide as that muzzle I'd pried apart. My shaft is ebony but the girth is almost laughably scaled. I watch his throat distend wildly with it as I force him much farther down my shaft than his small body was even supposed to be possible to and I can see the tears falling from him. I can see the sheer blood curdling panic as he realizes he can't breathe at all. As he realizes just how dangerous his situation is, and just how out of control he was as his body attempted everything in its control to force me out.

I could feel every inch of his hilted throat spasming to expel me, and each one feels like a full stroke along my entire throbbing cock. I see his eyelids drooping and I know I'm stricken with the misfortune of having to withdraw before I lose him completely and reluctantly I do. He starts hacking and choking, sounding like I'm waterboarding this poor soul and the truth would be far more painful. Even the slightest hint of having regained his breath as he tries to speak and I repeat the process fully. Forcing the bloated, fat, blunt tip of my hybrid cock right down that gullet. I'm sure he's trying to bite it but all I'd feel are those spasms, his jaw spread vastly too wide to be able to cause even a hint of harm and I use the grip of both hands on his head to muzzle fuck him roughly. "You get a good enough taste yet? Or might you forget once you get to go home to mommy and cry because of the cock sleeve bitch you are." I noted with a sickeningly warm smile down at him. Tears falling still from his eyes and I know it hurts but I just don't honestly care, to be truthful. He didn't care about the harm he was about to cause to some girl that would have a detrimental affect the rest of her life and I certainly didn't feel bad for this. My head keeps pointed down, looking over that flexing chest and the bit of roundness that was my belly at this kid gulping down thick ropes of pre I can feel pumping incessantly down his gullet. His eyes start to get heavy again and I pull back, first to just let my tip remain so I can be sure he's tasting it. At first I hold his muzzle and then I plug his nose until I watch him swallow that muzzle-full and then I withdraw to paint his muzzle for several minutes, idly stroking my cock just enough to keep it interested in what was transpiring. I wish this kid knew how good his muzzle felt, and I make note to tell him next time and then it arrives. I press in deeply, watching his eyes staying closed now to evade the pre trying hard to seep into his coat. "That muzzle of yours is like the tightest cunt I've ever fucked." I mock him "I should fuck this thing more often..."

My hips flex and I feel the urgency rising within my balls as they seem to double in size as the ache for release was growing. More and more, feeling my flare trying to spread inside the boy and my early knot spreading his muzzle even further. My hands gripping tightly and my moans coming more urgently and a moment later I'm spurting every thick rope right down his throat. It bulges further as my cock does the same from the sheer scale of those jets of seed, my voice carrying against the walls as I moaned out and I pull back so as to not rob the kid of every moment. He starts choking but I won't pull out fully. I want him to get rather familiar with my seed, because I had a lot of plans that hadn't yet come. By the time my orgasm reluctantly finally tapers, I look down to see him panting and looking down away from me. I can see his stomach is actually round from everything I've given him, his t-shirt taunt and the print on it accentuating subtly.

"How tough do you feel now, kid..?" I asked sarcastically, he lingered there kneeling, huffing and occasionally I'd see him try to wipe a tear away. He was broken, but I wasn't done with him yet, I wanted to make sure I'd taught him a lesson he'd never forget, so I pull him up again. My grip on his ridiculous hair tightening, his hands rush to grip my hand to ease the pull on his hair. I just run a hand under his shirt and the fabric rips too easily. I already know what I intend to do and it's making my hybrid cock throb painfully already. Thick tip flared and the knot at the base so swollen it hurt in it's current state, and the length of it while it bows under it's own weight makes it sloppily smear across his hip. "I said..." my voice dropped, and that booming growl found the back of my throat rumbling deeply "...How tough do you feel now?" and he just remains silent, but I wouldn't be deterred from making sure this would be a lesson he'd never forget. I reach down for just a split moment to grab my heavy leather belt off my denim jeans and only a second later it's connecting with his flesh in a crack that reverberates off of the walls and he hisses between tightly clenched teeth. I tighten my grip on his scruff, bending him over the workbench table with his chest down, and I repeat it. A loud snap and I see his body tense, his ass further exposed to me in his new bent position but I grow tired of his jeans somewhat in the way but they're almost completely off his body. His feet can't quite reach the floor in this pose due to the height of the workbench I'd built according to my height, and the way his footpaws kind of dangle after I pull his lower garments free amuses me ever-so.

'Crack!' another snap of the belt, and I'm putting enough force into it to leave noticeable welts across his ass and I know he has got to be about to break. Hissing between his clenched teeth still and one more crack makes him almost howl out at me "Okay okay!" and I know I've finally hit the gold ore on this mine I've been working for. "I said how tough do you feel?" and he'd almost respond before I finished talking "Not. ...Not very tough." and I just nod silently while I raise my hand up to give him another. "No wait wait wait!" he almost barks at me "I don't feel tough at all!" he barters and the height of my arm lowers a little "A good girl... You're learning... Now beg for it." I instructed, arm raising up "Beg for what?" he asked. 'Snap!' another sharp swat with my belt and he's hissing as he writhes "Beg for what!? Beg for what!?" and I'm pleased by his new found vigor. "We both know what you were gonna do to that girl... So you're gonna beg to get fucked. For a real male to breed you, just like you know you want because Daddy isn't here to do it himself..." I chuckle at myself "Beg Daddy to fuck his good little girl..." and his silence lingers a moment and I swat at him once more, hard. The welts across his ass noticeable, giving bands of rouge ghosting through the pallid fur of his rounded fleshy ass and I just watched it jiggle subtly on each swat in complete entertainment.

"Okay okay!" he's nearly screaming at me, clawing at my table and I can see the tears falling from the amount of pain I've inflicted and he has no idea what he has coming. "Please fuck me like a good girl, Daddy!" his voice warbles, I can hear him crying as he says it and the vindication it gives is so deeply arousing. My cock straining under it's own weight, jutting from my hips with veins running up along the shaft in thick pulsing webs. I align myself with him as I spoke "Beg for it... Beg to have that tight boypussy stuffed full of proper male..." I'm growling and as soon as I'd finished speaking my teeth are sinking in on his shoulder maliciously. I can feel the way it makes every inch of his body tighten down and that's when I hear his voice almost squeaking out, begging for my cock. My hips swing forward with all the weight of my entire body and plunge me deep into his heat and I can see his muzzle hanging in a silent scream, flexing and grinding deep into him with every inch I can manage to hilt and while there's several inches and a knot to go I feel deeply satisfied already. My cock jerking violently and already I can feel my pre pooling inside my bitch. Claws sinking into his hips and I can hear some of my pre cascade down to the floor in messy, wet squelches as I rutted that wet pussy just like it begged for. By the time he'd finally regain the oxygen I'd forced from his chest, he was somewhere between sobs and pleads for me to stop and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that they fed my arousal just as much as anything else he'd done. Now he knew what it felt like for someone bigger, and tougher to take advantage. Now he knew what he did felt like and how it could hurt people.

More of my pre is falling, dripping down my shaft and balls before falling to the floor in rivulets that are thick enough to be audible. I know he can feel my flare dragging against his walls, which were so tight I could feel the vacuum my own cock created each time I forcefully withdrew from him. I'd look down on occasion just to see the way the fleshy entrance, wrapped so tightly around me would flex on each thrust in and out. A dirty pleasure from a male with such girth as mine, watching my fat knot slam against his ass with a viciousness that I couldn't possibly regret. "Your pussy feels so tight..." I panted into his ear, my body pressing down on his and his legs spread by my own hips as they dangled freely. "Wrapped so tight around my cock, just like you belong... Tell me how good it feels... Tell Daddy how much you love it..." I continue goading him, talking to him, demanding he stay present and think about every inch of my cock violating depths no other living being would ever be able to reach inside him. "C'mon... Tell Daddy..." I stroke along his side reassuringly and I hear that whimpering voice cascade out words, his tone emphasized by each thrust as it caused his voice to peak. "Your cock feels so good Daddy... So big..." he panted, "I love... Having your cock inside me Daddy...!" and his last word almost squeaks out while I feel his body tense suddenly.

His body tries to twist under me, back arching and sudden rhythmic spasms clear up any doubt as I'm not certain I hear this little faggots cum pouring out of him. I'd fucked that tight little pussy straight to orgasm, and he couldn't stop himself from moaning out as his hyper-sensitive orgasming body felt every inch of me railing him. I renewed my vigor suddenly with this new found pride and pleasure, grip tightening down on his hips once more for leverage and eventually I reach for that belt and use it as a leash to pull back on him as I thrust against his helpless body until I feel my hips fall flush with his as his insides yield. Deep, tight walls letting my flare lock deeply and my knot finally tied deeply inside my new breeding bitch as I unload with such force I swear I can hear my ropes of cum stirring inside him. I instinctively keep flexing my hips, riding my orgasm out in full in spite of his writhing, feeling his spasming down on my cock each time that I do and I can feel that I'm dragging his on too long after he'd ran out of useless wasted cum to give. I took note of the ample need for a cock cage for the kid, but I just waited until my cock finally went down enough to slip free after a couple of hours of silently looming. By the time I slipt free of him he was barely awake, and I just put him to sleep on my couch which is exactly where I found him the next morning still deep asleep.

"I just want to thank you Andy, for looking out for us and all... You sure you don't mind keeping an eye on him?" his mother asked me, us both looking out to her lawn as he walked back and forth across their lawn while using the mower. Stopping for a moment, stretching and wiping his forehead with an arm and I'd have to be blind not to watch the way his muscle glistened with sweat in the afternoon light. As soon as he'd seen us both watching him, I'd see his eyes widen and his cheeks redden and he'd suddenly hurry back to work. "I don't know what you did... Andy..." she almost whispered at me "But thanks... He was really... Kind of getting to be a pain in the ass." and I just chuckled.

Thinking aloud as I said under my breath, "Sometimes it takes a pain in the ass, to know a pain in the ass."