Need a Ride?
Commission for anonymous.
Contains cub rape.
In the noise of a urban city sprawl, the front door of a several story house slammed shut. From the door, a young and angry boy stomped his way down the stone steps, hands balled into fists, shoulders rigid and muscles tense. His face was twisted into a look that could only be described as rage and frustration, and he took a sharp turn when his feet met with the pavement, striding off down the street. It was the middle of the day, but the street was empty, and the sounds of cars honking and the busy city life could be heard in the distance.
The boy, a tan lynx cub known as James, was angry. He was only 8 years old, but he already felt like the man of the house-- he watched his younger siblings day in and day out when he was done with school or on the weekend, and he was never given anything for it. To make matters worse, he was always punished and blamed for not watching them closely enough. How was he able to keep track of his 2 siblings at once? It was impossible, and unfair, and he was finally at the end of his tether.
It was dark and overcast, despite it being summer. Clad in nothing but a jacket and loose baggy pants, James made his way down the street and then lingered by an alleyway not far from his home. The path cut directly through the slog of houses and towards the city centre. The thought of checking out the toy section of his favourite store sounded like a good way for him to calm down. At that point, he didn't care if he was told off by his parents for leaving his siblings to fend for themselves. They could manage. He just wanted some time to himself, which he never got.
He crossed through the alleyway, running his hand idly across the harsh brick to his left, dragging his fingers along and letting the nubs of his claws meet with the harsh stone. By the time he reached the end, he was already feeling a little bit better. Then, something surprised him.
In front of him, a muddy, beat-up camper van trundled to a halt by the side of the road. It was one of those sorts of vans that people lived in, and young James was immediately curious. He'd seen them around, but had never had the opportunity to look inside. He hesitated to approach, however-- though he were only 8, he had at least been taught not to talk to strangers. The side window to the van rolled down and a man revealed himself: a gray-furred wolf, with wide eyes and an even wider grin.
Frank was a man with not a lot to lose. Living out of his little camper van, moving to and from city to city had its perks, and he had ways to make ends meet. But, of the times when he had time to himself, 32 year old Frank Upshaw sought out a willing recipient or two for his attention. The young lynx before him seemed like the perfect candidate for that.
"Hey kid," He called over to him, though they weren't that far apart. "Do you need a ride?"
He seemed nice enough. The lessons that had been lectured into his brain quickly melted away under his naive positivity, and the lynx beamed, ears flicking a little as he moved around the side of Frank's camper van, tugging open and the door and clambering inside. The driver didn't complain about him sitting in the front seat, though he did gesture for him to put a seatbelt on. Once the seatbelt clicked into place, Frank shoved the gearbox forwards and off they drove.
"What's your name?" Frank asked casually enough.
"Um...James, sir. James Hepburn." The lynx smiled up at him and the wolf took a moment to admire his form. The street was mostly empty so he didn't have to worry about watching the road. He took in all his features for a moment before a sleazy grin plastered across his face. The boy would do.
"The name's Frank, then." He introduced himself and they lapsed into a quiet silence for a moment, neither of them sure about what to say. James fidgeted in his seat, a little nervous. He wasn't meant to get into a car with strangers, but the man seemed okay. He hoped so, anyway.
"Where're you headed?" Frank asked out of the blue, and James realised he hadn't even mentioned his destination.
"Oh! Uh, the Pavilion Mall, pleased." He smiled again. He'd learnt his manners from regularly getting a bus with his parents. Frank seemed to admrie the childish delight that was in the boy's tone.
"Gotcha. You like going fast?" Frank suggested with a wild grin, and James copied his enthusiasm, nodding fervently in response. At his command, Frank began to accelerate, driving down the otherwise empty road, reaching speeds far too dangerous for the inner city-- only, he wasn't going towards the centre. Rather, he was driving towards the outskirts. The lynx was too enthralled with how fast they were going to even notice, his fingers digging into the seat beneath him.
It felt like only a few minutes, but in reality it was nearer to 10 or 15. Frank drove around sharp corners, took unpredictable turns and put his foot to the pedal along the straight roads in an attempt to go as fast as possible, all to appease the cub's need for speed. Eventually, however, their joy ride came to an end: Frank began to slow down a little more until they eventually pulled into a large, mostly empty car park that served as a bus depot on occasion, when festivals were in town and more buses were needed to get people to and from places. Frank pulled into a suitable spot near the back and killed the engine, leaving them in an quiet silence.
"Um..." James began. "Thanks for the ride."
He should leave. Not because he felt unsafe, but because he was starting to feel guilty. It wasn't his siblings fault that he had to look after them. More than that, however, he understood how angry his parents will be if they return home to find him not there. He didn't want to get into trouble. Slowly, he reached out for the handle of the car door and tugged it open, the cool air rushing into the camper van and over his jacket. Just as he was about to leave, he felt a hand on his arm, fingers digging into his jacket. It hurt, just a little.
"Where're you going?" The man asked with faux kindness, his eyes wide and alert. "You haven't paid for the trip, kid. Gas costs money."
"B-But I don't have any money." James pointed out awkwardly, and the man's eyes darkened. He yanked the cub closer to him and reached out a hand, cupping it around the lynx's mouth to stop him from calling for help.
"You'll have to pay somehow." The wolf insisted. He shuffled from out of the driver's seat, meandering his way over the gearstick and reaching out with his spare hand to shut the door that James had opened only moments ago. With the cold air gone and the interior quiet again, Frank heaved his lusty breath as he dragged James, who was now squirming defiantly and letting out muffled cries from between the wolf's fingers, into the back of the camper van. The interior was cosy and cramped, with a small table sitting opposite a tiny counter and stove, and a large bed at the back, with a bathroom between them. He drags James over towards the bed and pushes him down onto it, and James hurriedly shuffles backwards, his head eventually meeting with the back of the van.
"Now, now, stop squirming kid," Frank insisted, grabbing the cub's ankle and dragging him towards him once more. "Do what I tell you or you're going to be very sorry."
James wished he'd listened to his parents now when they warned him about strangers. For fear of incurring the man's wrath, whatever that may entail, the cub froze on the bed, eyes wide and teary. With a hand still firmly over his head, the wolf reached over to the side of bed, where he had previously placed a roll of duck tape. Frank had been waited for a boy like James for a couple of days now-- it was just his luck, and James's bad luck, that the boy happened to be there at the time.
Frank dexterously peeled off the tape with a single finger, dangling the roll from the tape that he held between his thumb and forefinger. He brought it to his face and bit off a sizeable chunk, using his sharp canines to tear a slit in the tape, with gravity doing the rest of the work. The roll fell to the bed with a soft 'thump', and he brought the tape to the lynx's face. In a quick and easy motion, he removed his hand and quickly replaced it with the tape, keeping the cub's lips firmly shut.
James trembled beneath Frank's hungry hands as the wolf reached down, running his fingers delicately over the boy's jacket and the loose T-Shirt he wore underneath. He eased the jacket over the lynx's shoulders and James defied him for a moment, wanting to keep his jacket on. He let out a quiet muffled sound or two as Frank attempted to slip the jacket from his arms, before the man grew too frustrated with the cub's squirming. He yanked hard and the fabric tore under his powerful limbs. The jacket ripped in places and loosened around James's body, allowing Frank to remove it with ease, tossing the scraps to the side. Knowing he'd be met with similar resist for his clothes, Frank tore the T-Shirt too, shredding the front into pieces and cutting fine, precise lines with his claws in all the right places, enough for him to yank it from James's frame completely.
With that, Frank leant back and quietly admired the cub's topless form and slightly chubby belly, watching the way the boy squirmed and shuddered beneath him. The lynx was obviously cold, but Frank knew that the boy would be warm soon enough. The wolf reached up and dragged his hands across the 8 year old's chest, stroking along his fluffy, delicate fur and over towards his nipples. He toyed with them for just a little bit, watching the cub's cheeks grow flushed as his fingers flicked and pinched the tiny nubs on the cub's chest, but he eventually let them go-- the nipples weren't his main focus. Instead, he moved his hands lower.
He reached down to the cub's paws, yanking the shoes off of the boy's feet and tossing them aside, dragging his hands upwards along the cub's legs towards the waistband of his baggy track pants. He was just as ruthless as he was before, digging his nails in against the fabric and tearing it under his assault. He slit it down the sides, even managed to cut the waistband, albeit with difficulty, granted him access to what lay beneath. He peeled off the remnants of James's pants and admired the cute little briefs that the cub wore beneath.
Frank bowed his head, tracing his nose along the cub's pudgy stomach and down towards his crotch. He breathed in the scent of the boy's body, taking in the smell of his natural odour, the slight hint of sweet sweat. He nestled his nose in against the outline of the cub's package and he breathed in the musk, detecting a hint of shampoo and strawberry shower gel. He shuddered, momentarily relishing the situation he was in, before reaching up his hands and curling them around the band of the cub's briefs. He gently eased them over his boyish hips, sliding them lower and lower down until the boy's crotch was finally exposed.
It was everything that Frank would have wanted: small and humanoid, and average for the cub's face. It was practically tiny, but the way it sat neatly over the cub's small balls was strangely arousing. Frank tugged lower and lower until the briefs slipped past the boy's ankles, and he spread the cub's legs to get into a better position between them. James gripped the bed, eyes teary as the man violated his body, touched him in places he didn't want, and did all sorts of sexual, lewd things to him.
Frank's lips met the boy's package as he tucked his hands in under James's cheeks, massaging his boyish buns with his fingers and digging his digits in against his flesh as he lolled his tongue, lapping fervently across the boy's front and flicking his tongue against the lynx's little cock. James had never had anyone touch him down there before, let alone a complete stranger: the feeling both was terrifying and exhilarating.
A whimper escaped the cub's muffled cheeks as Frank dug his tongue in under the boy's cock, letting it rest along the length of his tongue as he enclosed his lips around it. James instinctively tensed, his naive nature showing as he likely assumed that Frank was going to bite it off. Instead, the man suckled, pursing his canine lips and rolling his tongue around as he massaged and pleasured the cub's flaccid member. James quivered beneath him, his breathing growing heavy and laboured, but it was clear he wasn't yet at the stage where he was able to get hard: his member remained flaccid in the man's mouth, occasionally twitching here and there but otherwise laying dormant. That suited Frank just fine-- he had other things in mind anyway.
The aching in his loins became too much for Frank to handle, and he eventually slipped a hand away from James's ass, bringing it towards his own crotch. From there, he pried the button of his pants free and tugged down the zipper, reaching into the depths of his underwear to wrestle his cock free. 9 inches of thick canine meat twitched in the palm of his hand and let it it throb out in the open for a while, pre-cum oozing from the end, dripping down onto the carpet below. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out for.
He bobbed his head for a little while longer until he inevitably grew impatient, wanting to have some fun of his own. He withdrew his tongue, leaving the cub's spit-coated cock to nestle back atop his head, throbbing and twitching against his little balls. The lynx eyed him with a wary expression, and his eyes widened as Frank rose from his kneeling position, greeted to the sight of the wolf's turgid length. He squirmed a bit on the bed, unsure what them man was going to do. The wolf shuffled forwards, his pants falling around his ankles as he climbed up onto the bed.
James yelped as the man firmly grasped his hips and clumsily flipped him over on the bed, forcing the slightly chubby boy onto his front, the length of his body pressed against the smooth blankets. Before James could turn his head to ask what was happening, he felt it: the length of a warm, pulsing mass running between his cheeks, grinding against his flesh. He pushed himself up on his elbows in an attempt to get away, but the weight of the man against his back and body made him unable to move. He was trapped beneath him.
Frank pulled his hips back, groaning with delight as he grinded his cock between the boy's cheeks, feeling the way the cub's muscles instinctively tensed, the way his cheek muscles squeezed together out of the fear of the unknown. James had never experienced sexual acts before, especially not like this-- and it was about to get a whole lot worse.
The wolf atop the boy's body eventually pulled himself back far enough for the thick head of his humanoid cock to wedge itself between the cub's cheeks, sinking between his clenching buns until the tip met with the boy's cute, virgin pucker. Frank prodded the probed, smearing the head of his pre-soaked cock against the boy's tight ring, before he forced himself forwards. He used his incomparable strength to pierce past the cub's tight ring and force his way inside, feeling the inner walls quickly spasm and squeeze around him. The boy cried out through his taped mouth, the searing pain shooting through his body, travelling up his spine. James's muscles instinctively clamped down like a vice around the intruding member in an effort to force it out, but such a thing was futile.
Frank had never felt a hole so tight in his entire life. He arched his back and a groan escaped his lusty lips as he buried his cock deeper and deeper, feeling each quiver, each desperate clench around his length. All 9 inches of his cock warmly throbbed in the boy's behind and he relished the feeling, smitten with the cub's ass as well as his desperate, muffled pleas.
With a grunt, the canine tugged back, sliding his cock a couple of inches from the boy's behind, feeling his ring squeezing and gripping around the thick girth of his length, before he plunged in again. The cub beneath him tensed up once more as the rough wolf began in on a steady rhythm, abusing the boy's virgin ring and taking what he wanted, without any clear regard for the cub's safety.
Each thrust and hump was met with a muffled groan and the wet slap of his fat balls against the boy's ass, each jut of his hips filling the air with the wet sounds of their sex, his pre-cum aiding his thrusts over time. Soon enough, the boy was slick enough to relentless pound into, and the sleazy man bucked his hips, holding the cub down with one hand whilst the other gripped his boyish cheeks, his hips rapidly bouncing back and forth, balls slapping off of the cub's clenching ass cheeks.
The longer their lewd sex session went on, the more clear it was that the man was enjoying himself. His heavy panting and wide-eyed, happy expression soon turned into a lidded gaze, tongue lolled from his mouth as his panting switch into carnal, lustful grunts, his hips bucking and slamming back and forth. The cheeks jiggled under his assault, the cub beneath him dazed and disoriented, overwhelmed by the sheer pain in his ass and the strange tickling sensation inside of his body with each thrust, that somewhat dulled some of the pain and replaced it with a thick, sickening feeling of pleasure.
"So fuckin' tight..." The wolf huffed, leaning back a little to admire his own handiwork, his hips continuing the buck as he watched the boy's shuddering body, the way his cheeks jiggled and back arched. Frank could feel the pleasure building up within him, and he knew he wasn't going to last long.
Frank wanted the admire the boy's body a bit longer, so he decided against burying himself in as deep as he could and painting the cub's inner walls with his seed: instead, he bucked and thrusts as far as he could go, feeling the pressure in his loins rise and rise, until it reached an inevitably peak. When his climax finally hit him, he yanked back just in time and grinded his cock against the boy's ass, his body relaxing. Thick gooey spurts of seed shot across the back's back, sliding into the contours of his spine and flesh as he slipped back far enough to let a few rebel stands splatter across the cub's cheeks, some of them dribbling down into the boy's crack and across his used, raw pucker.
The wolf panted quietly to himself, reaching down to stroke his member, casually admiring the mess he'd made across the cub's back. With that, the sensible side of his returned and he realised they'd been here a while: he didn't want anyone to get suspicious of his van. He shuffled backwards off of the cub's whimpering body and stretched his back, before reaching down and haul the boy up onto his feet.
"Time to go. Thanks for paying with your clothes, kid-- I'll make sure they go to a good home." Frank told him. James's eyes widened when he realised he wasn't getting his clothes back, and the thought of wandering around nude made him embarrassed. He struggled weakly against Frank's grip but, much like before, the wolf was too strong. He yanked the boy back towards the front of the van and towards the driver's seat, where he popped the door open and eased the boy out. He thought better against pushing him out, not wanting to risk the boy too much injury.
"Safe journey home!" The wolf called, tossing a stray sock that had slipped from the lynx's paw in their struggle. James staggered on his feet, each movement riddled with pain thanks to the searing, stinging feeling in his behind. The cub watched in horror as the wolf revved up the engine, reversing out of his perking space and quickly speeding off down the other end of the parking lot, merging back onto the main road and disappearing around the corner.
James stood there for a moment, naked and dazed, back and ass covered in cum. He looked around him and quickly realised the unfamiliar location. He wrinkled his nose and sniffled.
How was he going to get home?