Drug Use And Cub Abuse - Part 2

"Oh shit! Oh shit! This is my favourite part!" Jacob yelled gleefully, bouncing on the couch as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth. "Ahahah!"

On his huge television screen, the black-eyed, straw-masked, blood-dripping killer swung a pickaxe through the air in a wide arc until one of its pointed ends pierced his victim's skull with a bloody explosion and impaled it to the wall while his dying body twitched violently. The victim's scantily-clad and big-titted cat girlfriend screamed loud enough to make Jacob's entire living room vibrate from his speakers, while the killer yanked his deadly weapon free and stomped towards her.

Jacob grinned, laughing, "So fuckin gory! It's so coo--", but his joy shorted out when he turned to the six year old next to him and found the little ferret had his eyes clenched shut, trembling, tears leaking down his muzzle. The fit fox smacked the young kid in the head and leant towards him. "Hey! What'd I tell you about closing your eyes?!" he yelled. "I want this to sink real deep into your fuzzy little brain. Remember what I said I'd do again if you didn't watch the movie?"

He wrapped a muscular arm around the child's neck and wrenched him towards himself, holding the ferret against his naked, toned body with his elbow under the boy's chin, and then he squeezed.

"You wanna fucking die so bad, bitch?" he growled. "OPEN YOUR EYES AND WATCH". While the too-high kit wriggled weakly for oxygen, his huge dick throbbed hard.

Uggggggghhh. He never knew he had this in him, but over the last few hours, torturing the poor child had been intoxicatingly, head-spinningly delightful. Better than any drug he'd ever taken. And Jacob had taken a lot of drugs. Just knowing that his actions were causing irreparable damage to the young boy's brain was enough to make his cock almost blow a load without touching it. And he wasn't just damaging him. He was finding the most inventive and creative ways to make him suffer as much as possible.

Like this. Watching one of the most violent horror movies in the world was enough to make a good number of adult furs feel sick. But imagine watching it while high out of your fucking skull. So high you couldn't hang on to reality anymore. And _as a six year old boy, for whom, up until now, the scariest thing in the world was seeing friendly ghosts go "_Boo!" in his little kiddie cartoons. He could remember Aiden running off to his father for kisses and cuddles crying about spooky ghosts when that episode played, while Jacob had just laughed to himself.

There was no comfort to be found here. Daddy was at work and he wouldn't get home until... well, too late.

While he choked the tiny kit, he rubbed his aching oozing dick with his other hand, and he sighed happily. He released the little ferret from his grasp before he suffocated... but made sure the little brat knew that if he didn't keep his eyes open for the rest of the movie he was gonna wind up not much more alive than the cat who'd just had his head caved in by a steel pickaxe.

It was after the movie finished that Jacob started feeling... impatient. Much like with any other drug, it felt like he was starting to build up a tolerance to the ecstasy he got from abusing the little kit. And he wanted more... He needed it to be even more intense and unbearable for the innocent boy. More terrifying. More painful.

He'd already jostled the boy around on his leg while playing a game on the TV, so the kid's entire world would have been shifting around him uncontrollably and disorientating him to hell.

He'd already placed headphones over the ferret's ears and blared music through them as loud as possible while throwing him up in the air and laughing.

Hell, he'd even scraped the boy's skin with a fork, and plucked hairs out of his head one by one, and forced him to chew raw peppercorns, and thrown him in a cold shower, and smacked him in the balls.

And it was all so goddamn fun, but it was wearing a little...

Ugh. Yeah. It was time.

He pulled Aiden into his lap -- the kit's pudgy little legs straddling the fox's fat rod that reached all the way up to his nipples. And he grabbed his pipe from the table and lit it, resting back against the couch with the cub flopped on top of him while he took a couple nice deep hits.

Then he stroked the boy's hair and leant forward to whisper into his ear while smoke streamed from his lips, "You see how fucking huge my dick is?"

Aiden groaned, "Nnnnnn". The ferret was far too stoned to answer even a far simpler question than this one, various muscles throughout his body spasming from the overload of THC in his young brain, but that wasn't really the point.

"Well most dudes would fucking die to get with a guy hung like me", Jacob chuckled, squeezing the boy's chest and tummy roughly while he spoke. "But your daddy... Man, your fucking daddy... When I try to fuck him, all he does is complain and whine that I'm too big and that I'm hurting him". He loud out a loud, exaggerated sigh. "Do you know how fucking frustrating it is, when you're tryin' to fuckin get off, to have to constantly hold back? I mean, it's fucking infuriating. My cock was made for slamming".

The cub twitched weakly, one of his feet slapping against the fox's thigh over and over. Jacob took a final deep inhale through his pipe and wrenched the boy's head back to smooch it down into his lungs, locking their lips together as long as he could to really let it soak into the ferret. Aiden choked violently in his arms on the smoke pumping into his lungs, and smoke drizzled out of the sides of Jacob's mouth as he grinned. He wrapped a hand around the kit's premature junk and squeezed hard.

Eventually, the fox fell backwards again and sighed while Aiden continued his coughing fit. "Your daddy never really did it for me, to be honest. All he did was make me angry... make me want to rape him into pieces for being such a whiny bitch".

Jacob folded the kit forwards to hold him with an arm while he stood up, before placing him over the edge of the couch -- his chubby tummy and chest on the cushion, with his bouncy round butt hanging over the edge. Then he dropped down to his knees, grabbed his aching hard rod, and planted it between those sweetly fuzzy little cheeks.

"I'm sick of holding back, bitch. I'm fucking sick of it".

While the six year old boy coughed and sputtered, writhing weakly on the couch cushion during his whateverth consecutive hour of being tortured and abused while impossibly high, Jacob wrapped tight hands around the kit's soft hips, and took a deep silent breath for a moment to really truly appreciate what he was about to do...

It made him smile.

He slammed his hips forward as hard as he could with such strength, and such a painfully hard erection, that despite his head meeting a severely underage boy's tiny tight little virgin asshole, with little more than a trickle of precum for lube, his dark red dick ripped the tiny hole open and forced its way inside anyway.

Aiden screamed. Finally, in this moment of life-threatening moment of agony and terror, his limbs managed to overcome his brain-melting high and coordinate an effort at escaping Jacob's clutches. His limbs slapped against the couch and his little fingers gripped the cushion as he desperately tried to climb off the fox's massive pole and escape.

But Jacob didn't relent for a second. He used his strong arms to wrench the boy backwards just as he thrust his hips forward, driving his monster cock dangerously deeper into the tiny kit's body, letting out a loud pleasured groan as his muscles buzzed with power and happiness. The boy's insides squeezed his thick dick tightly -- internal muscles trembling at breaking point, but Jacob just rammed into the tiny boy again and again as hard as he could. Hard enough to break a hired whore with a cunt like a mare, let alone a young child.

"Ugggggh! Fuckin bitch! Fuckin cunt! Take my fat dick! Yeaaaah!" he growled, savagely driving his pole to deadly depths inside the kit's shuddering, flailing body, all the way up to his bulging knot which was growing with every second. With furious lust flooding every inch of his muscles, he slapped his strong hips against the kid's chubby butt cheeks, sending ripples through the kit's soft body.

"J... Jacob... St... Nnnnnn!" the poor little ferret screamed in his childish high-pitched voice, tears gushing from his sweetly clenched eyes, as the dude his father had trusted with taking care of him ripped his insides apart with an angrily hard dick.

"Go ahead! Fuckin cry! I love it!" the fox groaned, slam-fucking the tiny cub with all his fury and pent-up lust. He could feel organs ripping and bursting and giving way to his powerful cock as he forced his way deeper and deeper into the ferret's little body, and the knowledge that his dick was so damn big it was literally killing his boyfriend's son as he fucked him...

Was so intense. It was like the high he'd been chasing all of his life without even knowing it. Nothing had ever felt this good. No food. No drug. No single moment in time. Nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to snuffing out an innocent little life with nothing more than the raw tremendous girth and length of his massive penis.

As his bursting balls gurgled and rumbled, and his deadly cock throbbed uncontrollably, he gripped the young cocksleeve's hips tight and he groaned as loud as his voice would allow him, "Ohhhhhh... Aiden... fucking... die!"

His strong arms tensed, his powerful muscles bulging through his fur with pronounced veins, as he heaved the kit's hips backwards onto his dick, thrusting forward as hard as he could at the same time. He forced the deep red and purple-veined knot at the base of his dick inside the tiny ferret's hole, smacking his hips against the cub's chubby cheeks, and roaring. Right as his body-shaking orgasm took hold, his knot suddenly swelled so much and so hard that it broke the kit's pelvis apart from the inside out. Aiden's hips cracked and shattered around the fox's pulsing dick and throbbing knot, and the ferret groaned in agony, his voice gurgling as blood spurted out of his lips onto the couch.

"Fffffffuuuuuuuucccckk!" Jacob moaned, gripping the young kit's body tightly against his crotch as his fatal cock erupted hard with cum way too deep inside the ferret's body, shivering uncontrollably with pleasure, his mind utterly lost in the bliss of knowing he'd just fucked a kid so bad the little slut was gonna die from it. "Ugggggghhh! Guuhhhhhh!"

Time seemed to slow down as his brain struggled to cope with the acute ecstasy of killing Aiden with his penis, and if there was one thought that he had in the moment...

It was to hope that this moment lasted forever for Aiden as well, as he died in agony, impaled on Jacob's orgasming dick, alone and afraid.

When he finally, slowly pulled out, panting with exhaustion physically and mentally, the little ferret was unconscious, but bleeding from both ends.

Jacob knelt on the floor and propped himself up with his arms against the couch while he regained his energy... but when he remembered what he'd been planning to do, the final thrill was enough to spur him back onto his feet.

He returned with his phone and casually flopped down on top of the couch next to the dying ferret kid, and started recording a video with the camera pointed towards Aiden's face.

"Hey, babe..." he started, unable to stop smiling. "Let me start out by saying, first of all, that you fucking deserve this..."

The good thing about being friends with addicts was that he could easily bribe one of his bigger buddies to ambush Paul on the way home to pick up his son tonight, and tie him up somewhere secret for a day or two. His friend could even have some fun with the boring fucker however they wanted to while they had him in captivity. Either way, it would be plenty of time for Jacob to skip town and start somewhere new. Somewhere the police wouldn't be able to find him, so he wouldn't get caught, and so Paul would never find closure or justice after he received the photos and videos of his son dying from his violent rape. The ferret would be in pain forever, with the thing he cared about most stolen from him in such a horrifyingly beautiful way. It was no less than what he deserved for thinking he had a right to try to control Jacob's life.

Jacob wasn't even the fox's real name. He'd changed it so many times now that he'd lost count. Usually to escape drug charges, or the occasional theft here or there.

He couldn't believe he'd tried to settle down here, once and for all. He thought he was finished having fun and fucking around and that he was ready to start a stable, normal life with a stable, normal dude and his nice, sweet son.

But he'd been so very wrong. Because now he'd gotten a taste for this kind of thing...

And he knew he'd be chasing a bigger, better hit for a long time to come. How else could he torture innocent young boys? How else could he make them suffer as much as possible right up until he broke them? How else could he snuff out their sweet little lives?

Fuck, it was so exciting to think about.

He was just getting started.