For all it's worth
Yay. My first post for the New Year, not a moment too late. Oh, right if you're under the age of 18 (or 21 depending on where you come from) you probably shouldn't be viewing this material that involves forced sexual encounters between males. But hey, if you enjoy it you're hardly going to turn back now.
Just so it's on paper (or not in this case) I don't condone rape or taking advantage but for some reason it just flows out from my head.
Happy '07 everyone and a yiffy new near at that.
M.Callahan
A dull pounding rang through my head. The thud, thud, thud of blood rushing through my temples. Painfully loud. My eyes opened and I saw... Fuzz. I grunted and blinked. When that didn't work I tried it again.
The world that I was trying to bring into focus was lost behind a thick haze of gauze. I tried to think of why I was like this but my mind and all recent thoughts had a similar gauze wrapped around them. Although there were indications that alcohol was involved my brain simply refused to give me any useful information.
The misty, unfocused world pulsed alarmingly so before it could unsettle me further I closed my eyes and waited for it to pass. Being all gray, fuzzy and unfocussed there wasn't anything to see anyway.
Again my eyes opened and my mind begrudgingly opened along with it giving me the unparalleled ability to recognize objects.
Before me was a set of parallel bars. Beyond that there was a swing set and beyond that a large playing field, all illuminated only by the moons dull light. I forced my mind to tell me what the hell was going on and it dimly recalled being in a bar, maybe more than one bar. The number of bars was unimportant. The alcohol, that was important and there had been a lot of it. I grinned dumbly to myself 'Okay, case closed, I've gotten completely shitfaced and rolled into some park in the middle of nowhere.'
I don't remember ever being drunk quite like this; usually taking enough beers to pass out had me vomiting for days with a massive headache. Never had I been this lucid or recovered so quickly, in fact I felt remarkably clear headed.
Dad wouldn't care if I came in stone sober. He'd be pissed off, sitting on the couch at home, waiting to pull the whole 'Bears are supposed to be respectable' routine, he'd probably chuck some veiled threat in there, the inevitable 'if your mother was alive to see this...' guilt trip. I considered my alternatives to going home. After grilling me on how many shots I'd downed or how many desperate teens I'd deflowered Daniel or maybe Chris would let me crash on their sofa. No, not Chris, Chris would have his girlfriend over and they'd be screwing all night in the back room, not such a bad noise to beat off to after a night on the beer but my head would kill me tomorrow with worse thumping. Why, if god made beer drinking so good did he then have to ruin the experience by making hangovers as well?
I shivered; my bare torso was pressed hard against the cold wooden bars. My shirt was gone, probably lost in a bush back down the road coated in vomit or dirt depending on how good the night was. Time to roll my ass off this damn playset and get me the fuck out of here. Bears may be good at lounging around but not out in the cold, they should be in their warm den. Fuck, Dads or Daniels? Who will I get the least shit from? Daniels definitely. If I was lucky there'd be one of the chicks that flash their tits at football practice on the way there. That'd be a good cure for the inevitable hangover, some tight pussy action. Hell if Daniel doesn't already have someone over the big red dragon might even join in it wouldn't be the first time we shared. Tomorrow the chick would be on the phone to all her pals that she'd had the two hottest quarterbacks in her holes. Not to brag but no pussy has had a complaint with my cock other than 'oh, it's so big' or 'go slower, it is my first time'.
I laughed softly. I knew where the girls would clamber for my dick. Excited at the prospect of fresh cunt I went to roll but my body failed the movement and in the blink of an eye I realized that I wasn't lying on the low slung parallel bars. I was tied to them.
Pussy not entirely forgotten I realized that thick leather straps had all four of my paws bound to the sturdy climbing frame. I tested them, bewildered. They were thick alright and tight, eleven years on the football team and I had some good bulges on my frame yet my well trained muscles could barely wrangle an inch or two of free space. I didn't get it. My brain, still trying to cope under a swath of cheep booze struggled to ascertain how or why I was tied here. I sure as fuck didn't tie myself to the damn bars. Probably some fucking little kids saw a zonked out bear and thought they'd tie him to a bar set, fuckers.
I yanked on the straps, they were tied good and tight, no little shit would be able to do something like this, the leather was too good, the knots too strong. I relaxed and tried to get any more info from my brain but I was drawing a big zero.
I shivered again. Had some psycho tied me up? Ready to knife me? Bleed me in the dark? I felt rather than heard movement behind me, soft, quiet, ominous.
"Hello?" my voice came out a bit higher than normal. No doubt about it I was fully awake now and definitely not alone, I forced a calmer tone "Who's there"
In response a pair of paws suddenly clasped my waist making me jump. Whoever was behind me knew me. I have a pretty big blind spot, at this angle I couldn't see behind me at all and having an ursine neck made turning to look behind me a whole body movement. Looking down I could see my belly. Stretching to the side didn't help either. The person was completely concealed by my own inability to look behind me.
The paws at my waist slid round, forward, under my stomach so they could release the clasp of my belt. I suddenly got it, it was a prank, a ruse to see how long it would take for me to yelp or cry out for help "Okay guys. I get it. Very funny" The paws succeeded at my belt and attacked my zipper, that conquest saw my pants pooling around my tied ankles, I felt a twinge of embarrassment, standing there tied to a parallel bar set in only my tight boxers. Next I'd probably be showered in pig's blood and a group of cantankerous guys would laugh as I yelped in fear. But the roaming paws were back and this time they took my boxers to my tied ankles, now my ankles were better clothed than the rest of my body "That's it, funs over guys. Stop it and let me -the fuck- go"
It was obvious that it was the football team, one of their dumb hazing rituals. My mind paused, if it was the football team where was the beer? The laughing? The cajoling? The loud music? It was too quiet, too laid back, I was suddenly worried. With good cause.
After a long moments hesitation a paw roughly grabbed the sensitive stub of my tail and that was enough to reset all the alarm bells ringing, the body behind me moved closer and something smooth and hard placed itself against my ass.
"No fucking way. Get the fuck away from me" I tried to jerk away. If it was the football team they would have gotten all they needed from that they would be laughing, untying me and throwing me a beer, and the moment that didn't happen I knew. I knew that I was about to be raped and that pissed me off more than anything.
"You asshole. Fucking let me go and I will just beat the shit out of you once but if you push that... that thing forward, even half an inch I will hunt you down and tear your fucking arms off. You hear me?" I thought it was a dildo, still clinging to the hope that it was a setup but it was too smooth, too warm. It pulsed and a small squirt of liquid dribbled from it. This was no plastic toy, it was flesh and blood.
Cooperating with my threat he didn't move forward an inch. No, he plowed into me, from just resting against my asshole, to full out shoving himself into my guts. I yelped, a very un-bearlike sound as this sick fuck ripped into my hole with his erection and shoved hard into my bowels.
I will never forget the pain of losing my virginity, it hurt a lot. Even with all of my eleven years on the football team and more than that in the gym, I'd been nobody's bottom bitch, not that that stopped any of the muscle jocks from trying to pull me. The last fucker who cornered me in the changing rooms to suggest I bend over for him left without a pair of teeth but this had been no proposition, he was just suddenly, painfully inside me. No preparation, no lube, and no going easy on the virgin. I felt my muscles being torn as they resisted, I'm not one of those guys who puts a finger up their ass as they jack off. Until right up to that second my only ass traffic had been one way but now it was being painfully violated. My nose picked up the sharp acrid smell of fresh blood. This fag had split my cherry on his first thrust and my violated tail-hole was bleeding
Through teeth clenched with agony I spat and growled a threat I intended to stay true to "I am going to kill you, you little piece of crap. I swear to god" But even with the full weight of conviction behind my words the nameless entity began to fuck me. First he had penetrated me and now he set about desecrating me. After the slight reprise following his initial entry my rapist didn't pause again just fucked me, bouncing his balls off my ass as his long tapered cock thrusting in and out of me. Punching into my defenseless insides with harsh strokes. Over the metallic scent of my flowing virgin blood another smell made itself known, the thick musk of a horny rat. Some bastard fucking rodent was introducing me to gay rape and I was going to introduce him to pain, just as soon as I freed myself.
It was all I thought as the rat fucked me, as soon as he was finished he'd find my claws wrapped around his throat and then just before the spark of life left his eyes I'd let him breathe before I buried my claws in his chest cavity. I was straining every muscle fiber in my body, surely soon the bonds would break. I imagined that he'd have just enough time to scream as I tore into him. I'd take more pleasure from the horror etched into his dying muzzle than he would be getting from my ass.
But it wasn't going according to plan. The bonds were still not relenting and... And... The rat shuddered and tensed behind me, his balls were tight as they crashed against my ass and at the peak of his next thrust a hot, sticky fluid emptied itself into my rectum. A high, thin squeal of orgasm was squeezed from his lungs, the only sound that he'd made as he raped my virginity away. He continued thrusting, even as his body fell on top of mine and his arms wrapped around me for support, his hips were still crashing into mine. Even after his balls were spent and he started to go flaccid inside me his hips still thrust. Finally he stopped as his cock slipped, soft and floppy from my ripped ass.
"No. No. No fucking way, no!" I was horrified. This unknown vermin had won; he'd completely defiled me from deflowering me all the way to filling me with rodent spunk. Even if I kill him he had still won, he still took exactly what he wanted from me. At least he'd be taking his conquest to the grave with him. It was over now, thank fucking god it's over and just as I relax for my next attempt at braking the bonds , just as I'm letting my ass muscles gather their strength, another set of paws secure my hips and for the second time, within minutes of being vacated another bloated arousal makes claim of my torn ass.
I yell this time, loudly mixing pain and surprise. I thought that my first time was the worst. Almost half an hour ago I experienced the pain of losing my virginity and almost begged my rapist to stop but now the second cock to rape me was possibly more painful, tearing into my raw orifice without caring that it was bleeding and torn and dripping spunk. Mr. Two was content with his sloppy seconds.
Once again I could only allow my rape, no it wasn't a mere rape, it was a gangrape. Now that I knew there was a second, I could sense more, a lot more, ten or more anxiously lined up dicks. It didn't seem to matter to the last guy that by the time he got his turn my hole would be widely gaping and there'd so much cum I probably wouldn't even notice his entry. Not that it mattered of course; I'd be free long before then. I paused to consider, not even twenty and it'd be my first massacre. I told them all in great detail exactly what I intended to do to them, how much pain I'd cause them. Still no voice told me to shut up or be quiet they just let me yell and cuss and threaten.
Having vented a little steam I retuned my mind to the task at hand; taking a second anonymous dick. This one was a feline but even with that I couldn't count the number of felines I'd pissed off over my years, lions, tigers, leopards, mixed species, all I knew was that a cat was pounding my rear, a big cat. His cock gave no big hint to exactly who he was. No matter, I'd know him the second I saw him, I'd just recognize him and I'd tear him to shreds. For now though I was at his mercy, at mercy to every barb and protrusion on the feline bludgeon in my rear.
As the cat boned me, slamming into my tied form I remembered the shape from biology, not that I had been very interested in what a cats stiffy looked like but we were still told. Told what the different shapes were for, what the bulges and barbs were for. It was a long time ago but I recalled the agonizingly long lesson with sickening clarity. How the various species blushed and cowered as a giant, inflated likeness of their dick flicked across the screen and as always it gave that years class a dozen other things to tease their classmates about. Chicks were easy, maybe a different angle from specie to specie but their cunts were all the same, much easier on the eyes too. I wondered for a second whether one of the guys I'd mocked that year was taking a place behind me, using that biology lesson and cramming it up my ass.
The feline behind me would have no complaints from any chick. He knew how to use his cock, knew how to thrust and angle, pity that he wasted such talent on other guys. Or maybe he didn't. Maybe I'd managed to make some perfectly straight guy hate me enough to rape me.
Dumbly, through the ever increasing anger and horror, I wondered if I'd ever be able to shit properly again. Was my anus going to be permanently disfigured by the dozens of barbs tearing at my soft insides? The cats shafting grew bolder, vigorously sinking into me again and again. Hard enough that the bonds were strained. Claws slipped from the feline's paws and dug into my wide hips, needlessly anchoring me against his brutally deep thrusts, kneading the soft fur of my waist.
A dull thrumming emerged over the wet slapping of hips. My rapist was purring while he fucked, obviously happy with the tied up bear that he was shafting. I grimaced as he pulled out of me and as if to show me how hopeless and loose my hole was he hilted himself, slamming his balls so hard against my ass that I was sure he'd hurt himself. If it did hurt then it was worth it because he did it again and again and on the third in stroke, holding himself as deep inside my guts as our bodies allowed, he grunted, shook and ejaculated.
I burned with humiliation as a second male bought himself to climax with my rectum but I knew what to expect his time so instead of cowering and wincing as the feline shot his thick semen up my ass, I glowered, chewing at the wooden bar closest to my muzzle. Thinking only of revenge.
The purring slowly abated as the big cat finished emptying his nuts into me, hips still planted firmly against mine. With a soft sound that could have been a laugh or a sigh he slipped himself out of me, his milky excess mingling with the rat's spendings now soaking my thighs. He started to walk away and just when I thought he was gone his paw landed a stinging slap on my raw, fucked asscheek.
"Hope you enjoyed that kitty cause when I fuck you over it'll be with claws. Same goes to all of you, you're all fucking dead. You might think I'm easy tied down just wait until my hands are free and wrapped around your necks" I laughed and it sounded like cheap forced bravado even to me, the situation was deteriorating, if that was even possible.
No taunts rang back at me, no comments about how dangerous I looked with a dual load of sperm leaking out of me. A reply did come, not a traceable verbal one but a physical one as my third cock for the night worked its way into my dilated sphincter.
Compared to the examples he was following Mr. Three was almost gentle, softly probing until my well lubricated entrance simply allowed his girth to slide into me and ever-so-softly he pumped his meat into me coaxing my body into accepting him instead of sawing away at my rectum.
But this didn't make me feel any better, I was revolted. This guy wasn't raping me, he was having sex with my ass, pumping me like I wasn't tied to a children's playset in the middle of the night with a dozen other guys waiting in line for a go at me. Taking me like I was some sort of willing lover.
I couldn't cuss more at this guy, blinded by a gauze of red hate, I bayed for his blood. It was then that I felt it, then that I was able to classify him, the huge lump pressing against the base of my tail left no doubt. The creature having sex with my rear was canine, a very well endowed canine.
"You're a mutt" I roared "And to think I was fucking this little slut of a bitch just last week. I hope it was your sister or your mum because the next addition to your family might be coming from me. Don't worry I didn't have to tie her up, she came crawling for my cock"
He froze. I wonder what ran through his mind at that moment. Was he insulted? Offended? Embarrassed? If he felt any of those, he didn't voice his objections. The only indication he was still there was the throbbing beat of blood rushing through his dick. And then he gave me another indication.
Canine forepaws wrapped around my torso, fiercely securing my body. He rose up on his toes, and then squatted. Working his hips to find he perfect angle. I knew then, that I was about to be tied. He was about to make me take his giant knot. It would hurt, hurt a lot and that pain would enable me to hate him ever more freely. It would give me the hate fuelled strength to rip these bonds and then his body and then all the others.
I could feel them crowd around us to get a better look. Curiously they all stayed just out of my vision arc but I could feel them. Craning to see the proud, strong bear. The symbol of a power and maleness that they could never achieve. One that they all hated and feared receive his come-uppance in the form of a weak little mutt's cock-knot. Would they applaud as the knot takes me? Would they cheer then?
I grinned in the face of my upcoming experience. It didn't matter in the slightest, soon they'd be crumpled bleeding bodies on the ground and I'd be holding hearts in my hand, laughing. Little did they know that the knot they were so eagerly watching would be the key to my freedom.
Now I just had to wait for the mutt to strike.
And striking was exactly what he did, mere seconds later.
Ashamedly I did scream as the knot bore into me, the pain tearing the noise from my lungs, my anus ripping at the force of a full canine knot bearing into me but with it flowed that wonderful power of hate. The hate burned, flowing through every nerve in my body, filling every pore until I was consumed in the flames. With the white fire all but spilling from my eyes I looked at the flimsy bonds. Had they actually intended to hold me with those?
I flexed my muscular chest, my biceps bulging as the power flowed through them. I tugged with my awesome new power and the ropes... The ropes... The ropes stayed as ropes, they stayed tied, they stayed restrictions of my freedom.
It... It was the scream, it had to be. The hate had heard my weak cry and abandoned me leaving me hollow, empty. No, not empty, full. Entirely full of mutt cock, stuffed to bursting with canine phallus, my bruin hole now well and truly torn. My hope along with it. I was conquered now, defeated. Inside me the canines cock still moved. Its owners desire to finish fucking me and fill me with his seed evident in the grinding hips, the testicles nestled between us.
For a long time he made himself comfortable inside me and around me. His dick as equally as enthusiastic with its new home as the canines muzzle was grunting, panting, drooling and biting across my back. I had gone from being the bear, the epitome of valor into a chew toy with a fuck hole for a drooling fag of a mutt.
The observers withdrew slightly content with not being as close, they had seen the star attraction and had not been disappointed, the scent of arousal on the air ever more prominent.
And then the conquering was completed. Whoever was using my bowels howled as he orgasmed but I could hear the word loud and clear within the unbroken note "Payback" was what he said to me in his howl. As his teeth punctured my back it said "Payback" And even the cock in my rear, filling my bowels with thin, watery canine spunk managed to spit out "Payback" as it delivered its load. His whole body demanding payback.
And then the payback arrived. "Fuuuuuucck" was all I could scream as the huge canine cock-knot pulled out of me, still spurting its seed. Rivulets of cum were now thick across my backside my thighs. Stray shots splattering across my lower back as my jilted rapist stood close, relieving his nuts across my body. And when he was done, satisfied, he simply turned and trotted off, his wagging tail catching me as he left the rapists circle.
Many something's rubbed against me. Hard, sharp, flat something's that defined the form of the next person in line for my ass. Scales? Some fucking lizard or dragon that I'd pissed off. There wasn't a very long list of those. But with his dick already thrusting into me it was obvious that one of them was vengeful enough. He plunged into the canine's massive load, smearing the juices of three other males between us.
Even my hole didn't resist now, passively allowing the reptiles maleness to take control of my bowels. They had once fought so bravely to protect my innocence from vermin and feline but had been brutally defeated by canine and now left me open to attack from all the rest. The first to take advantage was this reptile. His chunk of dick was simply too big and too unusual to be a common lizard. From the crest of his cockhead to the widely flared ridges and barbs the cock screamed 'dragon'. This was odd, I only knew five dragons and if any of them wanted to rape me they were strong enough to do it without a dozen allies and a sturdy climbing frame. Was he the one from last week who boldly propositioned me in the hall for a date? The one from my homeroom? Was it Daniel, my teammate and friend for years? God I hoped not
At least he wasn't a well endowed dragon. 'Ha, was that a joke?' I asked myself. Dragons were naturally endowed. Even as I had thought it I could feel the hugeness beating a new rhythm into my rear. Was my ass so badly ripped that I couldn't even tell a big violation from a small one?
The dragon didn't dwell on the matter. Rapidly pummeling my intestines he didn't pause to dwell on anything but my rape so I did for him. I wondered how hard it would be to clean the cum from under his scales. Whether or not I was his only conquest. What his name was. I conjured an image of Daniel from my mind, fresh out of the shower. Ruby scales slick with water. Please god let it not be him
Then all too quickly he reached his crescendo. His dragons cock swelled inside me making me cry out as barbs all down his length anchored him to me. It was as if needles of flesh were stabbing into me, sewing us together, making us one. His body making sure I was well and truly plugged before... He came.
Impossibly thick dragon spunk spewed into my gaping insides, now no stranger to the thick liquid. This cum was something else, though. It was thick, filling me like some fast set Jelly, a glue to paste my insides with. Even as it filled my insides it seemed to set, becoming even more viscous. To top it off the stuff kept coming. More than all of the previous loads combined. My bowels cram packed with dragon making jelly.
Like with the mutts knot, the dragon had me tied pretty well but his semen wasn't as watery as the canines. It couldn't escape the miniscule gap between cockplug and asshole so it set about filling the only space it was allowed access to.
Soon the backlogged cum was placing some intense pressure on my organs. The reptile fidgeted probably feeling the pressure as well. Surely his balls were emptied by now; surely there was no more room to fill.
Some ten minutes later it was true, his barbed phallus relinquished its hold over my rectum sliding from me like I was shitting out a spiked boa constrictor.
I was expecting a bubbling rush of cum to pour down my wounded thighs, soak my pants and then pile upon the soil. I was mistaken; the thick gunk barely oozed from me having not entirely solidified inside my rear. I whimpered. Was one of my punishments to forever be plugged with dragon semen? A long winded reminder? I remembered from that biology lesson that most big lizard females can hold the males spunk for a long time, some becoming pregnant years after the ejaculation. How many months would I be forced to remember the overgrown lizard.
But there were other problems yet to contend with. More than half of the dicks originally lined up for a go at me were still patiently waiting their turn, filling the air with the steamy, potent musk of arousal. A soft shucking noise was also present, the dull noise of paws pulling on cocks. Hands keeping their tools plump and ready for me.
I was already on the brink of unconsciousness and all I'd done was cuss and yell and hate. It seemed that taking cock was just as debilitating as giving it. At this rate I wouldn't be awake for the much longer but I doubted that they'd care. My ass would still work take cock.
I jumped, shaken from my thoughts as a dinner plate sized paw rested across my ass, smearing spent cum into my back fur. Paws roamed across my balls and I flinched but he wasn't teasing or goading, just checking the package. Or, I realized as he lad his claim to my ass, checking out the competition.
It was another bear behind me. Cats and dogs, rats and dragons I could understand but that another bear could do this, to his own species. That another male bear could stand there and force anal sex was incomprehensible to me but it was happening anyway. Vast tulip shaped glans spread my nether lips. Glans that my paw knew the shape of very well from many, many sessions of self pleasuring.
I squirmed against my new mate, vainly trying to dislodge the wide, flat cockhead. An ursine grunt sounded behind me, one I recalled from my own sexual encounters. Lust. He was pleasured by the fact that I was trying to escape him so he pressed forward an inch delighting in my moan of revulsion. This bear didn't thrust or fuck his way into my insides. The hard work had been done for him. He took a step forward, then another, basically walking into my ass, steadily sliding his log of bear dick into the thick mess of dragon jism. I felt a set of balls as soft and furry as my own come to rest between my spread legs. The bruin had bottomed out without meeting one paltry resistance. My head sagged, embarrassment wrapped in shame. I was done now, not a bear any more but a loose, cum filled hole of flesh with a weak body attached to it, worthless.
A tiny spark sounded inside my head. A flicker of red so dim I almost missed it but I fed it my attention and it blossomed and grew until it became a light so powerful that it burned my mind. The other bear was fucking me now, my hips burning with the dull 'thwack' of impacting flesh, the big bear grunting as he used me as the others before him, ruthless, uncompromising, brutal.
I cried out as one of my brethren used me to gain pleasure but it wasn't a cry of pain anymore. He did not identify himself, why would he? In his mind I was a hole tied to a playset and I had almost thought the same thing. He buried himself in me like I was a whore and he was just getting his monies worth. Through the red glow I pondered. Was I beneath even my fellow bears? Or was I just a convenient fuck for him? Just easy ass for him?
These thoughts made the glow swell and throb, burning away what was left of my mind, ,my last conscious thoughts because this time as the rage came across me, it struck right across my temples letting me slump into the hateful red mist.
Epilogue:
The rat watched as the last of the gang to mount the gangraped bear howled and climaxed. Such pleasure was etched along the wolf's fine cheekbones as he contributed a delivery to the dozen before him. The rat looked on, as he had for the last several hours watching all manner of halfbeast take advantage of the well secured, uptight jock of a bear with his pants around his ankles and his ass thrust out invitingly into the night.
It had been the rats fine, pale hands that slipped the pills into the assholes beer, he'd been the one to secure the aspiring footballer to the parallel bars and where the others had been uncertain, unwilling or even scared it was his cock that had pierced the bears anal cherry, teaching the stuck-up self adoring ursine about what it was like to be at the bottom. The rat laughed, after tonight 'bottom' was about all this bear would be good for. In some seedy club, facedown on a slab for the rest of his life, ass up for whatever clients came calling, that chiseled, muscular body finally put to good use.
Finally the wolf finished, falling large and limp and satisfied from the bruin's rump, a rump destroyed enough that even a wolf knot could slip from him with relative ease. The silver lupine pulled a pair of pants on, not bothering to clean the mess from his crotch, gave the rat a high five and left sated, his personal revenge fulfilled.
It had been hard for the rat, so very hard to covertly find a dozen males that had been shamed, rejected or otherwise humiliated by the jock. A dozen who agreed that satisfactory compensation could come from raping the bear's ass. For some it was a joke, something to laugh about with mates in a dark room but never expect it to happen. For others it was the calling they had been waiting for, the chance to fulfill their crushed desires on the bear. The ones not here from the meetings would regret being unavailable for the night but tonight had been a chance unmissable. The bear had been alone, haphazardly grabbing at tankards of beer sent his way. No plans but to walk home, alone where he wasn't expected to show up. Perfect.
The pale furred rat waited until the grinning wolf disappeared into the night 'I should have charged them all fuck royalties' he thought to himself. Even with those who hadn't showed there had been a good turnout for this revenge fuck. He looked back at the bound bruin. Casually he stood and paced toward the unconscious cum bucket. His rodent snout collected the rich aromas of a dozen ejaculations. Also evident by the slick river of casual lust from a dozen furries and a scalie, that entirely matted the fur down the back of his legs, thoroughly soaking the remaining garments piled around his ankles. The rat laughed to himself, 'he will never get that smell out of his clothes'
He had fulfilled a few fantasies this evening. Dominance over a predator, rape, group sex, bondage. But there was still a fantasy left to finish. He had to take this bear, the one who was beautiful, strong and proud. The one who had denied and rejected him at every turn. He had to take that bear face-up and unbound. So he could watch the smug face groan for him and the illusion that he was overpowering the bear with just his body.
He quickly undid his strong knots, peeling the thick leather from the bears raw wrists and ankles. He'd struggled hard, the bear, and had torn his wrists in desperation.
Laying the limp body on the ground, looking into that beautiful face with its soft lips parted in agony, the rat knew that he should go. Dawn was coming and with it the morning police. No, it was too late now. The pale furry jerked the soaked pants from their owner, amazed at the sheer volume of spunk that had left the soft cloth thick and sticky.
He went to his knees, forcing himself between the bruins thighs, his pale fur quickly messed up by the cum of others. The rat peeled back his sheath and rubbed his fat prick around the gaping hole, exploring the rim of the cavernous space before sinking into it. The big bear wasn't virgin tight any more, four canine knots and a dragon cock had seen to that. In fact there was only a passive resistance, a pleasant restriction along his length. And it was so moist, when he'd fed the bear his first cock, the ursine had been raw and dry enough to chafe but a dozen guys had spent themselves at this hole since then. Their cocks had redefined the shape of his rectum and their cum had flooded the passage with their cockslime again and again.
The rat plowed through thick male goo. It might be the last chance to ride this bear so he was going to do it well.
This is what it should have been like. Had the bear accepted his advance the rodent would have had him like this, face-up, maybe spread across the jocks bed, surrounded by images of football manliness. The bear would have held his knees embarrassed, scared but otherwise accepting. Slowly the rat would have slid between the welcoming, open thighs. Gently he would have forced the ursines virginity and in return he would have received soft, pained encouragement which would have progressed to loud begging as rat cock bottomed out inside him. For hours they would have made love until selflessly the bear would have groaned out a climax as the vermin filled him with ejaculate. Fulfilled and utterly grateful for the first of many experiences he would have gathered his rodent lover in his muscular arms and they would have fallen asleep surrounded by the soft scent of lust.
But the bear had harshly, insultingly, shamefully rejected the rodents advance. Such rejection which had inevitably led them here, on the ground, smeared with dirt and fluids, another harsh, loveless rape. The rat's arms securely enslaving his partner's torso while he plunged his slick member into the bruins limp form. Pride swelled from deep within the rodents chest as he recalled the evening, his plan brilliantly orchestrated, the glistening, naked species applauding as he arrived with the drugged bear over his shoulders, his artful taking of the bears virginity and the long, beautiful show that followed.
With these thoughts in mind only minutes passed before the rodent reclaimed his territory, squealing as his orgasm hit and he set about refilling the bear's worn rectum. As a final gesture of ownership the pale rat pulled free of the dripping hole and spat the last few ounces of sperm into the ursines musky chest fur.
As the sly rodent did up his pants he cast only cursory glances, once more in admiration of his handiwork. A dozen males had fucked that bear, thirteen wads of cum anally deposited and tomorrow the stud of the football team would be sore, demoralized but none the wiser to who had stood behind him, who had taken advantage. He laughed and pulled his shirt on, great peals of laughter that were only cut short as an iron grip secured his throat. The bear, subject to a deflowering and a group rape was behind that iron paw. Calmly he slammed the rat against the playground slide, shattering a collar bone and bringing blood welling to the surface. As the air was choked from him the rat regretted nothing, pausing to admire the ursines muscular, naked body. The body that he had taken from, had came twice in, the body he'd made his, for a night.
Fire filled eyes locked to the rodent's beady ones and a voice as roaring hot as a midsummer's day demanded only one thing "Names. Give me Names"
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