Not the Best Babysitter - Part 1

Wex's dick stirred before he did. It twitched and drooled its way out of his sheath, leaving a streak of precum against the sheet that covered his naked, sleeping form. The big, black muscular wolf's lip curled in a faint smile as he murmured something happily. In his dream, obedient, twinky little furs threw themselves at his feet, worshipping him like a god. He ordered each of them to attend to a different part of his body, and they did so like it was their purpose in life. One left kisses all over his feet, and another rubbed Wex's bulky thigh muscles. There were two making out with his pecs and licking at his nipples, one nuzzling his neck and rubbing his shoulders, and a chubby one climbing over him, about to lower a fat ass for Wex to split in half over his cock.

BANG.

He snorted a gasp of air in shock, and his eyes shot open. Straight away he heard the noise of shouting voices through his bedroom window, where the loud noise had come from. He propped himself up on an elbow to pull apart the blinds and look outside, his eyes straining as they adjusted to what felt like blistering light.

When his vision started to clear, he saw two human neighbours standing over a cabinet. It appeared to have just fallen onto the ground and broken as they were moving it into their house from the car. Fucking idiots. Now the stupid, ugly old man was yelling at his stupid, ugly old wife.

He'd fucking kill them one day, Wex thought, throwing the blinds back together as an angry growl emanated from his throat.

He snatched his phone from the bedside table as he fell back onto the mattress with a woeful groan, adrenaline still coursing through his veins as it was pushed around by his heart, still racing from the sudden awakening. That was a perfect dream. But there was no way he could go back to sleep now, and he swore as he reached past his stiff, slippery dick to scratch his balls.

He had a few notifications pop up on his phone, but given the sort of thoughts occupying his mind at that time, he checked the snapchats he'd received first.

There were a few from some of his favourite boys, which he was happy to see. One, a chubby teenage panda with severe daddy issues, had sent him a snap of his ass in doggy position, a position from him that Wex was quite familiar with. "My parents aren't home this weekend ;3", the caption said. Well shit, he could put that on his calendar.

Another was a video of a skinny raccoon boy rubbing his dick. "Thinking of you", it said. He liked that raccoon. The bipolar, self-harming little slut lived and breathed Wex's approval.

"Good boy", he sent back, along with a picture of his own boner. That would keep the kid alive for another few days at least.

He rolled over to idly grind his dick against the sheets as he checked his other messages. It didn't matter how wet the bed got from his oozing cock. The more his room smelt like him, the more he liked it.

The rest of the notifications were all boring shit until he got to a text, time-stamped only twenty minutes ago. "H_ey dude. I was wondering if you could do me a HUGE favour? Gimme a call (soon) if you're free today. Caz_".

A smile crept across the wolf's face. He tapped the "call contact" icon after only a few seconds of thought.

Caz was a beautiful orange and white fox. Silky and lithe. Bubbly and sarcastic. Smart and sardonic. He'd even made Wex chuckle a few times.

Wex wanted him on his cock. He wanted to break beds with him. He wanted to ruin things with their sex. The only reason the wolf hadn't already raped him is because he wanted to fuck him over and over and over again, and keeping captives was a pain in the ass. For what he wanted, it had to be consensual.

And yet, despite the fact that a lot of furs would die to have sex with Wex -- several actually had -- Caz had resisted. One night, after drinking a lot (but not quite enough), the fox had confessed to Wex that he was a virgin. He was waiting for someone special.

Wex had been working on his "specialness" for a few months, pretending to be a nice and caring and generous wolf, the sort of confusing shit that non-psychopaths like Caz liked. He was determined to be the one to break that tight little fox butt in. And he knew he'd come frustratingly close at times between lingering looks and innuendo, but something had always gotten in the way. He just needed the right time to make a move, and Caz would be his.

This sounded like a good opportunity for making a move.

"Hello?" said the silvery voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hey Caz, whatcha need help with?" Wex said, already stroking his precummy dick under the sheet in anticipation.

* * *

When Caz opened the door -- after craning his head upwards to actually see who it was, since Wex was almost twice his height -- he erupted in a grin. "Wex, you're a lifesaver", he sighed with relief, his deep, pretty green eyes oozing with gratitude as he threw both arms around Wex in a hug. Looking down over the fox's shoulder as he returned the hug with one muscular arm, Wex could see the fox's fluffy orange tail wiggling happily behind his legs.

"Hey, don't mention it", he replied in a jovial tone that he rarely used, patting the fox on the back. As he appreciated the feel of the boy's supple body against his own, his cock gave the smallest of twitches inside his underwear. "I'm happy to help".

Caz pulled away and looked up with a charming smile. "Well I'm even happier. Come in, I'll introduce you", he said, stepping aside in the doorway to let Wex through. The fox led him to the living room, where a young fox who looked to be about five or six years old lay on his tummy, in a shirt and shorts, staring up at the television. His tiny little fingers were wrapped around a game controller, and his little feet were raised in the air behind him, swaying back and forth in time with the character's movements on the screen. Beside him lay a big brown teddy bear that was just as big as he was, its beady eyes staring soullessly at the roof.

"Sammy, pause your game for a minute, kay?" Caz said.

Caz's young brother paused and looked over his shoulder at the two of them with uninterested eyes. "This is my friend Wex", Caz said with a gentle smile. "He's gonna look after you until I get back from work, okay?"

The wolf walked towards the kid and squatted on the floor to bring himself more onto the his level -- because that's what he'd seen furs who had to interact with children usually do on television -- and forced a smile. "Hey there ... kiddo".

Sammy looked Wex up and down. "Hey", the young boy replied nonchalantly, glancing over to his bigger brother for a few seconds for some sort of approval, before returning to his game.

Caz gestured Wex into another room, running a hand through his own hair and sighing deeply. Then he exploded with words, the whole sentence coming out in one breathless spiel, his pitch rising at the same time with frustration. "I hate that I had to ask this of you, especially since we've only known each other a few months, but I'm the only one who understands the code, so I'm the only one who can fix the security breach, and I can't take Sammy with me, because he wouldn't be allowed in, and it's hard to find a babysitter on, like ..._ no notice_". He shook his head and rolled his eyes for a few seconds, then he looked back at Wex, sighing deeply. "But then I remembered that you're a teacher, so you'd probably know what you were doing". His face softened into an exhausted smile.

Oh right, Wex realised with amusement. He'd forgotten about that. He'd only told the fox that he was a relief teacher after Caz had said he admired teachers a lot one night. In truth, he knew literally nothing about kids.

"And that means I can trust you, too", Caz added with a grin. Wex nodded confidently in agreement. A look of nervousness flash across the fox's face before he continued, "He can be a bit of a handful..."

Wex snorted with dismissal. "I deal with this shit all day long", he lied. "Don't worry". He wasn't entirely feigning confidence, however. If he could take care of three needy bottom boys at the same time, he could surely handle one little brat.

The fox's attractive face eased happily. "Of course. You'll probably be better with him than me", he giggled. "Anyway, you can call the department if anything comes up, the number's on the fridge, since they won't let me keep my phone on me. But I should be back tonight, it just depends how bad the problem is. They didn't tell me much. They just called me in", he snorted with clear frustration.

"Just do what you need to do. We'll be fine", Wex said, heaping on the reassurance.

Caz nodded, then he grabbed a bag off a table and patted down his pockets to check he had what he needed. Then he gave Wex another hug. "I owe you bigtime", he said.

"Don't worry about it", the wolf replied with a smile, imagining wrecking that fluffy white and orange butt over the table.

After saying goodbye to his little bro, Caz left to deal with his work emergency, leaving just the big black wolf and the tiny orange fox in the house alone. Wex soon plonked himself down on the couch behind Sammy and watched him for a moment. The kid couldn't see him from where he was lying, but Wex could see Sammy, and his body, very well.

He looked a lot like a miniature version of Caz, Wex realised. Their fur was the same orange colour, it had the same patches of white, and it puffed out in the same black tufts around their ears. Like his older bro, he was slender, and he wiggled his body around with the same sort of lithe movements. Also like his older bro, he had a bubbly ass.

Wex smirked, his eyes lingering on the little butt as it wiggled around in unison with the character's movements on screen, under shorts that weren't long enough to even cover his thighs. Though he was far underage, Wex appreciated a nice ass. It was just as fuckable as any other he'd pounded, and not actually much smaller than those of many of the smaller furs he'd taken. A kit fox wasn't much smaller than an adult bunny, after all, and Wex did enjoy impaling little bunnies on his massive dick.

He silently took a couple of photos of the kid's juvenile ass with his phone, and sent them to a perverted friend who he knew would get a kick out of them, if not jerk off to them. The only message he sent with them was "#babysitting".

To think that he'd _been asked to babysit for someone... _Fuck, it was hilarious! He really was a good actor.

He spent a few minutes just idly looking around the living room from where he sat on the couch. Sammy was in the middle of the room, on the carpet, playing his game on the television. There were a few other chairs around the room, a lamp, a couple of plants, and other boring things. On one wall was a multi-shelved cabinet with photos and pictures on it, and Wex got up to go have a closer look.

There were a lot of framed photos of Caz and Sammy together, in which Caz consistently looked happy and handsome. Sammy was smiling in a few of them too, usually wrapped in his brother's arms, but in a few he was either playing a handheld game or rolling his eyes. Altogether, they painted a picture of an older brother who loved his little brother to bits, even when the younger one was less keen.

As Wex looked at the charming family photos, his heart didn't stir like it might have for other people. But his cock did stir as he imagined facefucking the older brother.

On the highest shelf were what looked like slightly older and more faded photos. Most showed an adult fox couple, a male and a female, alongside Sammy -- no, not Sammy, they were of a young Caz, and his parents. Sammy mustn't have been born yet.

Wex didn't know the full story, but apparently they'd died in some accident, soon after giving birth to Caz's younger brother. Then the two brothers had stayed with family until Caz was old enough to support him and his brother on his own.

"You made some attractive fucktoys", Wex mumbled to himself as he eyed the pictures of the deceased parents.

He walked past some crappy pictures stuck to the wall that Sammy had drawn on his way back to the couch, before flopping his whole body over it to lay down. Being fox-sized, it was slightly too small for his body, and his legs dangled over the armrest. As he repositioned himself to get comfy, the couch creaked, and it occurred to him that he should probably be a bit more careful with his large body in this house. He didn't want to break anything. Other than Caz's butt.

He wiggled his feet and puffed his cheeks out in boredom. Sammy was still absorbed in his game, some crappy-looking platformer where he was badly controlling a character who looked like a cheap rip-off of Timon from The Lion King, though he was now propping his chest up on top of his teddy bear.

To kill time, Wex checked snapchat again. The unstable raccoon boy had replied with a series of snaps detailing an explosive orgasm. Such a nice, needy boy. Since he didn't have much else to do, Wex wrote back a few sexually explicit, morally questionable things that he wanted to do to the raccoon that he knew would drive him crazy. His cock got increasingly harder in his pants as he thought about things they could do, and the material around his crotch raised in twitchy starts as his dick throbbed.

"Come over and do it nowwwwww", the raccoon replied a few minutes later.

Wex took a snap of the kid playing his game, and sent it back with the caption, "Busy".

"Whoa what? What are you doing?" the raccoon returned.

"Babysitting ;3", the wolf sent back, along with a snap of the bulge in his pants. "While thinking about fucking you".

"Fuuuuckk you're such a stud", raccoon boy replied. "Are you gonna mess around with him?"

Wex glanced over to the preschooler, his eyes again falling upon that perky ass that jiggled about as he played. For a moment, he thought about the things he could do to him. The innocent, untouched little thing would have no idea what to do when confronted with a beast of pure sex like Wex. What the wolf could do to him in one day could ruin him for life, but that was certainly a price worth paying in service of a few moments of pleasure for a mighty alpha wolf like Wex. He liked the thought of that, and his cock got even harder.

He would be... so... tight.

Too tight. Too small. Too weak.

While he at times enjoyed wanton disregard for life, cubs weren't really his thing. He wanted Caz more. Someone he could have ball-slapping sex with without killing. That's why he was suffering through this.

He sent back a "Maybe" to keep the raccoon's mind running, knowing that the boy would jerk off to the thought of the dominant Wex he idolised so much molesting a helpless kid.

After about half an hour, Sammy turned off his console and wandered over to where Wex was still lying on the couch, a little arm wrapped around his Sammy-sized teddy bear and holding it close. The wolf angled his phone screen away from the kid as he approached so he couldn't see the filthy messages he was typing to fuckbuddies. Not that he had any idea whether or not Sammy was old enough to read.

"Can we get ice-cream?" Sammy asked, smiling sweetly.

Wex glanced at the time on his phone. "It's fuc--It's ten AM".

"So?"

"It's too early for ice-cream".

"But I want ice-cream".

"You're not getting it".

Sammy pouted, then he ogled Wex's phone. "Do you have games on your phone?" he asked.

"No, I don't", Wex said.

"Why not?" Sammy said, his ears falling flat with sadness

"I don't like games", Wex said, finishing off the sentence he was typing about sitting on someone's face, and sending it to the twink in question.

"Why not?" Sammy said.

Wex glared at him. Was he intentionally trying to be annoying, or was he just annoying? "Why don't you keep playing that thing you were playing?" he said through his teeth, forcing himself to smile a little at the end.

"It's boring", Sammy said. "Do you have pictures on your phone?"

"No", Wex said.

"You don't have any pictures?"

"No", he repeated in a stronger tone. This fuckin kid...

"Can your phone take pictures?"

"Yes, ugh..." Wex sighed and shook his head. "I have pictures, but nothing you'd be interested in".

"What kind of pictures?"

Lots and lots of naked boys in slutty positions, Wex thought. Boys getting fucked on my fat dick, boys tied up, boys getting snuffed. "Boring ones".

Sammy kinked his head to the side. "Show me one", he said.

Wex grinded his teeth to suppress a groan. "Fine". He held his phone close to his face and scrolled... and scrolled... until he found a few of his house that he'd taken to report some damage to his Real Estate agency, but hadn't bothered to delete. He showed his phone to Sammy, showing a photo of a crack in the garage ceiling on the screen.

Sammy snatched the phone from his hand and bolted.

"Ffffffffffuck!" Wex lurched up from the couch. Though he wasn't nimble like the little fox, the strong force behind his legs enabled him to make quick bounds for the living room door where Sammy was headed, and he was almost upon the little brat when he smacked his head against the top of the too-short door frame. He fell into a heap in the hallway, and watched as Sammy giggled his way into his bedroom, his teddy bear trailing lifelessly behind him, one of its arms clutched in a little hand.

Dread at the thought of needing to explain why Sammy had seen disturbing things on his phone to Caz spurred Wex quickly to his feet, despite the throbbing in his skull. He burst into Sammy's bedroom, glanced around with gritted teeth, and saw no one. Colourful patterns and plushy toys and scattered clothes and videogames everywhere, but no annoying little cunt kids.

He huffed angrily for a few seconds before it occurred to him to look under the bed in the corner of the room. When he did, he saw Sammy huddled against the wall underneath, and the kid squealed out a giggle. Wex tried to snatch him out, but he was too far away. Fuck, the kid had Wex's phone to his face, and he was jabbing at the screen.

"Alright then", Wex growled. He stood up and lifted the whole wireframe bed off the ground, dumping it in the middle of the room. The wide-eyed kid looked up at him in shock, and before he could look through anything else, Wex pinned him to the ground with a huge hindpaw to immobilise him. He bent down and reached his fingers into the kid's grasp to yank out his phone, then let him go.

The kid took a few breaths, then asked what he'd just seen a picture of.

The wolf looked at his screen. It was, of course, a picture of the mess he'd made of some poor boy's bathroom, after heading back to the boy's place one night, voring him with his cock, and then spraying the boyload all over the room. He'd taken a few photos of the white gloopified boy, sprayed over the walls, shower, and toilet, to jerk off to sometimes. He couldn't actually remember what species the boy was, but he could remember how good his death had made Wex feel.

"I spilt ... ice-cream ... in my bathroom", he lied.

"That's a lot of ice-cream".

Wex snorted to himself with a faint feeling of pride. "Yeah, yeah it is".

"Can we get ice-cream?" Sammy grinned.

Wex glared at him, and consciously focused to stop himself from swearing at the little brat. "Maybe. If you behave. Don't do something like that again, okay?"

Sammy nodded obediently, innocently. "Okay", he said.

Wex wished he could believe him.

The wolf found an ice-pack in the fridge and headed back to the living room. Walking through the doorway -- carefully -- he noticed that he'd splintered some of the wooden frame with his head when chasing after the little brat. "Fuck's sake", he growled to himself. He'd have to pay for that.

He held the ice-pack against his head and threw his sore body onto the couch.

CRACK.

His heavy body sank further and further down into the now-broken wooden frame of the couch until he was lying in a 'V' shape, his butt close to the floor. He didn't bother getting up.

He couldn't hear Sammy anywhere, and he was grateful that the little runt had decided to do something else. Eventually, he started drifting off.