Burning Bridges

Jason loved fucking cheating sluts. Sluts like the one he was slamming with his rocket right now -- a cute, sweet, shy otter called Rebi, whom the cocky golden labrador had won over by rubbing up against in a bar a few weeks ago and whispering dirty things into his ear.

Since then, he'd plowed Rebi all over the otter's house -- on his bed, on the couch, on the floor, in the shower, even on the kitchen counter. And Rebi was amazing. Not only did he have a rocking body and a bouncy round ass perfect for pounding, but he got off on cheating on his boyfriend, in the same way that Jason got off on boys cheating with him.

"Ugh! Fuckin slut! Your boyfriend fuck you like this?" the fit jock labrador grunted, his hips sending ripples through the boy's soft furry bubble butt as they collided over and over.

"Nnnnggh, nooo!" the otter groaned convincingly, gripping the sheets and scrunching up his face as he was plowed so hard that the bed he shared with his boyfriend was thudding against the wall. "He's nothing like you, you big, ughh, fucking stud!"

Jason grinned to himself. As much as he knew he was hot shit, with his toned body and big cock and long golden hair, nothing made him feel hotter and manlier than a boy betraying his boyfriend to get a taste of his body. He'd gotten so used to it that he couldn't even fuck a boy who wasn't partnered anymore.

With increasingly frantic thrusts as he felt a heavy load gurgling in his swinging balls, the lab panted, "You want my load, bitch?"

"Ugggh, yes! Baby, I need it!" Rebi whimpered in his cute boyish voice, his whole body shivering. "Jason, you're so, mmmm, fucking hot!"

The dog growled with pride. Damn right he was fucking hot. But hearing it made him feel so superior. And he was addicted to the feeling. "I'm gonna fuckin cum!"

"Mmmnghh-oooggghhhhhh!" the otter wailed too, which, judging by the suddenly tight grip around his dog dick, translated as, "Me too!"

Jason growled as his body burst with fireworks. He gripped the otter's hair and pulled him backwards, slamming his knot into the boy's hole to plug him in preparation for his load, and then he threw his head back, howling as cum exploded into the cheating bitch on his dick in heavy spurts. Rebi squirmed and whimpered as Jason fucked yet another anal orgasm out of him -- reaffirming the lab's one-hundred-percent strike rate for prostate plowing.

Jason cuddled the smaller otter on the bed afterwards as his knot slowly deflated, stroking his cute little face affectionately. Rebi's face was awash with happiness and his giggle happily, twisting over to give the lab a kiss on the nose.

"I think you need a shower", Jason said with a smirk, nodding down towards the otter's lower half, where his stomach fur was splattered with jizz. "Before your boyfriend gets home".

"Heheh. Maybe I should leave it there. He might get a whiff of a real man".

The lab winked at his little conquest as he played along. "Or you could give the little bitch a fuckin taste by sitting on his face and making him eat my load out of you". The otter blushed and growled lustfully, but Jason knew the otter didn't actually have the guts for it. Deep down, Rebi loved his boyfriend and didn't want to hurt him. He just had a cheating kink and liked to play around, and there was no way he could resist a sexy arrogant jock like Jason.

Indeed, after nuzzling the lab's neck for another minute, the otter did get up and head for the shower. "You wanna join me?" he asked in a low sexy voice.

"Heh, you start without me", Jason replied with a tired laugh. "My thighs are still recovering from railing the hell out of you".

Rebi giggled once more, and then left for the bathroom, wiggling his ass for the lab on his way out. Jason bit his lip and growled. Damn, the otter was fine. The two furs had a good thing going, that was for sure, and the lab loved messing around with him.

But... Jason had a problem.

He wasn't just a home-wrecker.

He was a life-ruiner.

A few seconds later, Jason heard the sound of running water. That's when his heart started racing with excitement, and his flaccid cock throbbed with a rush of blood. His eyes darted to where Rebi had left his phone by the side of the bed, and he quickly snatched it up.

He had probably... ten minutes to do what he needed to do.

He swiped the unlock pattern across the screen -- easy enough to have stolen a glance of during their post-sex cuddles while the otter was browsing his phone, or answering messages he'd received during prolonged fuck sessions.

The home screen popped up, full of social media icons and means of contacting everyone Rebi knew. All of a sudden, Rebi's entire life was at Jason's paw pads.

He held his breath and paused for a moment. He liked Rebi. He really did. The kid was pretty and funny and kind, and a great lay, and he had a dirty mind that indulged the lab's desires. But Jason needed more. He always did, inevitably. He couldn't help it. His cock made him do things. He had a dark, weird fetish that none of his sluts could ever understand. A horrible one. But a thrilling one. One he was helpless to resist. When he rubbed one out a night, it wasn't thinking about the illicit sex he'd had with anyone. It was thinking about this.

He needed more than anyone would ever willingly volunteer.

He opened Rebi's camera in portrait mode. He flexed next to his head with his free arm. Then he raised the phone above his head, angled down so it caught all of his sexy body, from his bulging bicep to his toned abs and his stiff rocket, and he shot a cocky smile at the camera.

Snap.

He quickly opened Rebi's Furbook app and tapped the box where it asked "Rebi" what was on his mind.

Then he clicked "Upload photo".

Picked the one of the naked, arrogant, flexing lab.

Tagged Rebi's boyfriend Simon.

Typed, "Just fucked the guy of my dreams. I've been riding his fat dick behind my dumb boyfriend's back for weeks. Holy shit, he's so much hotter and bigger than Simon. Just look at him. Fucking STUD!"

And then Jason's thumb lingered over the "Post" button. Post to all five-hundred-plus friends? Rebi's school buddies, his work colleagues, his boyfriend, his mother and father, his siblings, his aunts and uncles and cousins, and his grandparents?

Yes.

When he closed the app, Jason's heart was racing like he'd just taken a hit of a drug, unable to help but grin wildly with the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body... and the blood flooding his boner back to life. This was what he fucking lived for.

Riding the high, he opened Flitter and posted the photo there, too.

Then Snapcat.

And Instagrowl. All with little lustful messages of devotion and adoration of the sexy lab and his raging rocket.

Then he opened Rebi's email app and started a new message. It automatically, helpfully, suggested a list of most frequent contacts, and Jason spammed that list with his thumb until the recipient address line was packed full of all the important people in Rebi's life, before typing, "Hey guys. I've decided to be honest from now on, and I just want you all to know that I'm a filthy cheating slut who gets off on riding dicks behind my boyfriend's back. But, this is the guy I slept with, and... can you blame me?" He attached the photo, and hit send, hearing a _whoosh _noise as the email went out.

His hand was quivering and he was panting with excitement when the phone vibrated.

Bzzt... Bzzt bzzt bzzt... Bzzt.

Notifications were starting to roll in across Rebi's apps. Jason licked his lips and gripped his cock with his other hand to give it a rub as he saw them roll across the top of the otter's phone screen. So-and-so commented on your post. Someone messaged you a "What the fuck dude?" on this, someone else messaged you a bunch of question marks on that.

Jason giggled with glee, rubbing his cock hard and shivering with exhilaration. Rebi was such a social butterfly. So many friends and a wide social network. The perfect victim for a freak like Jason.

Bzzt bzzt bzzt bzzt bzzt.

Even SlinkedIn wasn't safe. The place Rebi was trying to build his career by connecting with potential employers. To set up his entire life. Bringing up the app, "Rebi" started a new job as a "Filthy dog cock sucking slut" and posted the same photo of his new "workplace".

Bzzt bzzt bzzt bzzt bzzt bzzt bzzt bzzt bzzt.

The phone was buzzing almost non-stop now with concerned or horrified messages from Rebi's loved ones. And Jason's cock throbbed harder and harder with every new notification, dribbling an almost unnatural amount of precum onto the bedroom carpet, all from the pleasure of ripping apart Rebi's life.

There was just one more thing to do.

He switched back to the camera and started recording a video. The first thing he did was shoot the camera a triumphant smile. "Hey, dude", he said coolly. "You won't recognise me... but perhaps you'll recognise this..." Then he panned the camera around Rebi's bedroom, before pointing it back at his naked body. "I just plowed your boyfriend on this bed until he came screaming my name. And not for the first time, either", he said in a low voice, pointing the camera down at his rocket while it bounced excitedly "He's a fuckin slave for this cock. You wouldn't believe all the places around your house he's pleasured it. Heh. Funnily enough, he always insists we do it on your side of the bed". Then he returned the camera to his face and winked goodbye. "Sorry, dude. Guess you're just not man enough".

He sent the video to the contact in Rebi's phone called "Simon (Mah BF)".

Bzztzztzztzzt... Bzztzztzztzztzztzztzzt--

He sighed happily with a kind of relief, holding the phone close to his chest and feeling the vibrations against his heart. It soothed his lust. He felt a quiet kind of peace move through his body. It had been too long since his last victim, and Rebi was an excellent catch.

Then he turned the phone off and tossed it into his bag beside the bed. He'd take it home with him when he left. That way, it could be hours before Rebi even realised anything was wrong, thinking he'd just misplaced his phone somewhere, entirely oblivious to the people frantically trying to contact him to figure out why the fuck he was imploding. Plenty of time for the damage to be done.

He sauntered towards the bathroom, his cock dribbling precum between his feet, feeling imbued with a rush of power from the knowledge of the devastation he'd just wrought on the sweet otter's life. When he opened the door, Rebi turned to him with a happy smile from the shower, and the lab licked his lips hungrily.

He was gonna slam-fuck that ass one last time.

And then Rebi would never see him again.