Used and Abused
#4 of My Commissions
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Used and Abused
by nehemia#0415
Within the open expanse of a junkyard and under the relentless beams of the sun, the heat was nearly insufferable. There were occasional gusts of wind, small and dry and dusty--but they offered little semblance of relief against the sun's onslaught.
The hyena himself was scavenging the junkyard, searching through what scraps and remnants had been left behind or forgotten about. Considering the state of the world now, there wasn't much--but his options were running low, and it couldn't hurt to explore the area.
Crouched beside a pile of discarded scrap metal, Conor observed a few of the pieces, picking one up only to toss it aside and repeating those motions as he shuffled through the collection. It was all useless. Not even a radio transmitter could be found--just a bunch of impractical metal that retained no value. He heaved a sigh and scanned the yard beyond, squinting against the blinding light of the sun above.
His deep brown eyes fell upon an old Mustang, rusted with all flat tires, yet from afar, the interior appeared to be in rather good condition. A bit of hope blossomed in his chest, and Conor stood to approach the vehicle, his hind paws nigh silent on the sandy ground. He opened the passenger door, which creaked on its hinges, before bending over to lean inside.
Shit. It only took one quick sweep of his gaze to see that anything of use had already been stripped from the old car, with only the seats left behind. For a moment, his head dropped between his shoulders, the ashen blond curl of his hair falling over his forehead as disappointment swelled within him.
There had to be more. Somewhere, anywhere, there had to be--
"Damn. You were right, Jax. That is one fine piece of ass," a male voice sounded from behind. Conor instantly backed out of the car and whirled around, internally chastising himself for not having heard anyone else nearby. A group of males stood before him, and in the center of them all was Jax--the obsidian-furred panther that had been his last john only a few days ago. Conor had sold his body for fuel, but...
His eyes scanned them--Jax, the wolf, the rhino, the lion, and the fox--and realized they had no canisters of fuel with them. More than that, he recognized them, remembering their names to be Pierce, Rocco, Zeke, and Thorn, respectively. Still, their unannounced visit gave him a sense of unease, and Conor remained unmoving, only watching them.
Jax gave a smirk that showed those vicious, gritty fangs again. Before, it had intrigued the hyena. Now it seemed to paralyze him. "You know, I tried finding another canister of fuel for you, but they're just so hard to come by these days. It's... Well, you know how it is," he purred, taking a few casual strides forward.
The hyena yielded a small step back, bumping into the Mustang behind him. His self-preservation instincts were screaming with warning bells, but he prayed this was only a mere scare tactic.
Something told him that it wasn't.
"No fuel, no services," Conor growled back, attempting to retain his tough-guy demeanor--which was, admittedly, a lot harder to do in the presence of five larger males. Sweat beaded down his temple, and it had little to do with the unrelenting sun this time.
Zeke, the lion, gave a sharp and humorless laugh that skittered down the length of Conor's spine. "We're not here to bargain with you, mutt."
"Definitely not," the rhino known as Rocco agreed, dark eyes pinned on the male against the car. But it was only Jax that continued to stride forward, slowly approaching the hyena like a predator stalking its prey, every step roaring with sheer dominance. He stopped barely a meter away, staring down at Conor. His posture was all too casual, which only served to unnerve the hyena more. Conor swallowed dryly, his throat bobbing.
"You're a damn good cocksucker, mutt, but I know you're not stupid," Jax smirked, his deep blue eyes sweeping up and down Conor's form as if he were sizing up a meal. "So, are you gonna make this easy for us? Or are you gonna make us fight for it?" His voice had lowered into a snarl, persistent and unforgiving. Conor glanced at the four males behind Jax, weighing his options, the possible outcomes...
He bolted. Shoving off the car without warning, the hyena took off in a sprint--and made it all of three steps before Jax grabbed the back of his leather crop top with a fist and yanked him back, hauling him around and slamming him into the rusted Mustang. Conor grunted with the impact before he was thrown to the ground, dust clouding and sand spraying.
"Looks like we'll have to fight for it," Jax sneered, towering over the hyena. Conor coughed and managed to orient himself onto his paws and knees, only for his head to be yanked back by his hair, forcing him upright. He lifted his chestnut-hued muzzle to peer up at the four males that encircled him, Jax keeping his grip in the hyena's hair. Conor spit at their feet, enraged--and admittedly, terrified--his lips pulling back in a threatening snarl. It was a distraction, anyways, to keep their attention away from his paw moving subtly for the knife sheathed at his thigh.
The panther knelt down behind him, his snout in Conor's ear even as his fist remained tight within those ashen blond curls. "Come on, little mutt. Show my friends here what that mouth can do," he purred condescendingly. His black paw slid forward to grab the knife Conor had been reaching for, taking it and tossing it aside. "You definitely won't need this to do that."
Fuck. Wariness and caution trickled in Conor's core, his breath hitching. With no real way to defend himself, he'd be at the mercy of these males... and instinct told him these males didn't know the definition of the word. Jax's strong paw suddenly slapped the hyena across the cheek, eliciting a startled yelp--and that split-second opening was all the time Zeke needed to ram his already exposed cock into Conor's muzzle.
Conor gave a surprised albeit muffled yowl, momentarily stunned by the situation's acceleration. Jax released his hair, the lion's own paws taking their grip on Conor's head as he began to thrust and force himself down the male's throat. The hyena groaned and gagged, trying to lean away, but Jax's stance behind him prevented him from going far. Zeke growled and pumped his hips roughly, aiming to get every inch into that sweet little muzzle, his grip on Conor's hair merciless.
Conor's ears flattened against the onslaught--the lion's cock was thicker than he could have anticipated and he could barely manage a single breath around it. Zeke's scent was musky, filling Conor's sensitive nose with a heavy male aroma that seemed to cloud his thoughts. He choked and struggled, still attempting to pry away, but the larger males had other ideas.
Pierce, the wolf, stepped up beside Zeke who was still furiously thrusting away, and bent to curl a singular claw behind Conor's ear in an almost endearing sort of way. It did nothing but demoralize the hyena--more so when the wolf hit him across the face, a short but hellacious strike. Conor only whimpered in response.
"Let's see if that maw takes two, hm?" Pierce growled low with a smirk, quick to undo his leather pants. The lion slowed his motions, allowing Pierce to angle his cock against his and push his way into the hyena's open muzzle. Conor whined and strained, his jaw stretching to the point of nearly unhinging--but Jax's strong, sleek thighs were firm against his back and kept him properly positioned.
The hyena didn't think it was possible, but both males managed to force their lengths into his overly-stuffed maw. His deep brown eyes squeezed shut and he choked for air around their tantalizing in-and-out notions, overwhelmed by the sensation of not one but two cocks sliding over the length of his tongue and prodding the back of his throat.
Over and over they fucked his muzzle, saliva dipping off his tongue and coating their thick cocks--which, ironically enough, aided them in their endeavors. Conor gave another muffled whine, practically choking for air around the males that demanded use of his mouth.
Just when he thought he wouldn't be able to take any more, Jax suddenly gripped the collar of his crop top and yanked him off the lengths, hard enough that he hit the ground on his back. The panther, already knelt, stuffed his own cock into Conor's muzzle, his obsidian-furred knees on either side of the hyena's head to properly take advantage of the angle. He instantly began to thrust, easily finding a vicious rhythm that had his length pistoning in and out of Conor's maw and bulging slightly in his throat.
From this position, Conor couldn't see the other four males--but his low-riding leather pants were roughly tugged down and off before a strong set of paws forced his legs to spread apart. Feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable, the hyena whimpered around Jax's cock, gagging still as it pumped within his throat even while the panther's friends occupied themselves with the rest of Conor's body.
His legs were pushed back to fold over his body yet still spread, chestnut-hued hind paws angled up in the dry and dusty air of the junkyard. One of the males ran their thumb across Conor's tight asshole, a rumble of appreciation sounding from them.
"We're going to ruin this perfect little ass," the male growled--Rocco, if Conor remembered their voices correctly. Jax continued in his unrelenting pursuit of throat-fucking the hyena, his hips moving aggressively and greedily, so much so that Conor had no real time to mentally prepare for what was to come.
The rhino aligned his cock to that puckered hole and eagerly rammed himself in, groaning at the sensation and wasting no time to pick up a rough and steady tempo. Squirming between the two, Conor whined again, placing his paws on Jax's hips to try and slow him down some. But the panther only grabbed Conor's arms and pinned them to the ground, keeping him still--and Rocco took the liberty of slamming his heavy hand against the hyena's face, stunning him into submission. Together the two moved in tandem, fucking the smaller male without mercy or restraint, their huffs and groans resounding in the air.
The rhino had to be the girthiest of all of them, so taking him first in the ass without any warm up had been an absolute shock to his body. Conor's spine arched and his toes curled in the dry air, warmed by the sun even as his core felt cold and empty. In and out, out and in, Rocco thrusted, working to bury every inch into the tight confines of the hyena's backside.
Jax, having been craving the hyena's body since he'd last seen him, was the first to bust, cumming down Conor's throat and planting himself to the hilt to ensure he swallowed all of it. Conor whimpered and instinctively swallowed around the panther's throbbing length, drinking every last drop until the obsidian-furred male finally pulled out, panting and sweating.
"Ruin him. Rape him. Do whatever you want--but he does not get to cum, understood?" he growled at the others, standing to his full height and stepping back to enjoy the entertainment through voyeur.
Conor was coughing and gasping from the reprieve of air he'd finally been granted, his groans now unhindered as the rhino's cock still pumped in and out of his ass. A bit of Jax's excess cum dripped from the corner of his muzzle; the hyena couldn't be bothered to lick it up. Someone laid on the ground beside him, and then Rocco retreated from his ass, forcing him to roll over and on top of the other male--the wolf, Pierce.
Pierce flashed a grin that displayed those vicious teeth, digging his claws into Conor's thighs and bucking his hips up so that he drove his cock into the hyena's already abused backside. Conor gave a startled yelp, ears flat and face pinched in pain, gasping when the wolf started pumping hard.
"Fuck, I need a piece of that ass," one of the males behind him growled--Thorn, Conor believed. The fox knelt behind Conor, positioning himself between Pierce's legs and sinking his own claws into the hyena's hips. "If that maw of yours can take two, certainly your ass can," he sneered.
Conor had never been much for words, but his fear and desperation were skyrocketing, leaving him with little choice. "No! Goddammit, don't--"
His pleas went unheard. Thorn touched the tip of his length to Conor's asshole, where Pierce was already pumping away with no sign of stopping anytime soon. He began to push, utilizing the wolf's thrusts to his own advantage and slowly gaining inch by inch. Conor shouted and yelped, agonizing over the pain of his asshole being stretched beyond its capacity and being forced to take two cocks at once.
"Somebody shut this mutt up," Pierce snarled from beneath him, delivering a solid punch to the hyena's jaw even as his unforgiving thrusting never ceased. Conor's head snapped to the side, his mind reeling. Yet Thorn, too, found his tempo alongside Pierce, growling in pleasured ecstasy at the sensations Conor's tight ass granted him.
"I got it," Zeke responded, dropping to his knees beside the wolf and fisting his paw in Conor's ashen blond hair. "You didn't think we were done with that mouth of yours, did you?"
The hyena whined and tried pulling his head away--but it only served to cause more pain, as Zeke's hold in his hair was as strong as steel. By now the wolf and the fox were pumping away in Conor's ass, keeping the same vicious rhythm so that they entered and retreated simultaneously. Conor could only whine and gasp, feeling as though he couldn't breathe around the cocks in his body--and that only worsened when the lion forced his head at a certain angle to stuff his muzzle once more.
Shouts and groans now silenced, the hyena was forced to endure all three at once, gagging around Zeke and bouncing slightly from the efforts of Thorn and Pierce. His mind was spinning, foggy and hazy, unable to keep up with how much he was made to handle. All he could think about were the cocks pumping in his ass and down his throat, using and abusing him to no end.
And right now, there was no end in sight.
"Damn. He must be one slutty mutt to be able to take both of you in the ass," Rocco observed, his rhinoceros eyes scouring every inch of the hyena's nimble form. Conor only gave a muffled groan. He was starting to sweat under his leather crop top merely from the effort of having to keep up; the larger males were already huffing and musky, paying no mind to their scent but rather their lust. A bit of sandy dust clouded around them from their frantic and vicious motions, only serving to make them all dirtier.
As if in sync, Pierce and Thorn both found their climax--Pierce burying himself deep into Conor's ass to empty his seed and Thorn pulling out to cum over the hyena's backside. Zeke retreated from his muzzle, and Conor coughed a gasp, trying to catch his breath and relish the relief of only one cock in his ass. The wolf slowly eased out as well, leaving Conor empty in all aspects--but of course, that didn't last. He panted hard, practically trembling atop Pierce, but was so shaken that he didn't have the mental capacity to even consider running or fighting.
Thorn stepped back, allowing Rocco to take his place. But rather than getting on the ground behind Conor, the rhino hooked his arms under Conor's knees, hauling him up to brace his back against the hard chest of his gray-toned body, legs folded up and spread apart. The lion, Zeke, approached him from the front, helping Rocco keep Conor steady so the rhino could plunge up into Conor's cum-soaked ass. Conor shouted again, writhing between the two males that had officially sandwiched him between their larger, stronger bodies, and glanced down just in time to see Zeke align himself and thrust in.
"Fuck!" the hyena yowled, his jaw clenching from the pained effort of taking two of them again. Unlike the wolf and the fox, however, Zeke's and Rocco's rhythms were opposite of one another. Where one pulled out, the other pumped in, giving Conor no room to think or breathe or do anything but take the relentless and merciless ass-raping.
Their motions were so fluid that he hardly bounced, only squirming helplessly between them. All of the males were hot and sweating, refusing to let up even under the heat of the sun. The lion, still in front of him and thrusting away, gave in to a sudden impulse. He wrapped his paw around the back of Conor's head and lifted his opposite arm, shoving the hyena's snout into his pit.
"Lick, mutt," he ordered breathlessly, even as his and Rocco's cocks worked to fuck him over and over, railing into his ass. With his snout buried in Zeke's armpit and his ass stuffed full, Conor found himself with no other choice but to do as he was told, and reluctantly began to lap at the lion's sweaty pit between his little whimpers and groans. The lion gave a growl of approval, keeping Conor's face firmly pinned and enjoying the sensations of that tongue stroking his armpit.
Even still, their thrusting never ceased, their cocks taking repeated turns of pistoning up into the hyena's asshole. Over and over they plunged, raping the smaller male endlessly, mercilessly. Conor licked like the obedient boy he was, his senses snuffed out and drowned by the other males' musky scents and sweating bodies. He writhed between the lion and the rhino, still struggling to adjust--not like that was any concern of theirs--and screwed his eyes shut.
"P-please, stop," he begged thickly, words slightly muffled by the armpit he was forced to worship. Neither of them heeded his pleas, but Zeke yanked the hyena's head back out of his pit and instead punched him in the face to render him silent again. Disoriented and reeling, Conor damn near faded in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep his tether to reality.
Unable to do much else, let alone think straight, he could only whine through his nose, panting and whimpering while he continuously endured their masculine needs. In his peripheral vision, he noticed Zeke's free arm hooking under his left knee to replace Rocco's--and quickly learned why. Rocco's arm snaked around the hyena's neck, biceps bulging against his throat to stifle his air supply. Conor gripped at the larger male's arm, claws digging in desperately, but it won him no favors, no relief.
So he remained, pinned between the two, silenced and choked, sweating and abused while Zeke and Rocco increased their vicious pumping, growing close to climax. In and out, back and forth, the pair fucked his ass, hard enough that whatever breaths Conor managed immediately left him in pained grunts and useless whines.
Like Pierce and Thorn, the two found their release almost simultaneously. Rocco sheathed himself deep, whereas Zeke took it upon himself to pull out and cum all over Conor's untouched, throbbing cock. The hyena was by no means enjoying himself, but the great amount of stimulation paired with the absence of release left him aching with need.
Regardless, Zeke was panting heavily as he stepped back, and although the rhino had finally pulled out of his ass, too, he remained holding him in that full-nelson position that kept him oh-so-vulnerable. Conor's breath sawed in and out of his chest now that he was finally able to breathe properly, his mind sluggish from the beatings he'd taken. The males' cum dripped down his backside, down his cock and thighs, spilling from his gaping and abused asshole as though he was truly their personal little cumdumpster.
Through the disoriented haze, Conor watched as Jax approached him, standing where Zeke had been just a moment ago. Seeing as he was still pinned and held firmly by the rhino, he merely gazed back at the obsidian-furred panther, eyes heavily hooded from pain and exhaustion.
"Just one more taste. That's all I need," Jax growled, his tone laced with pure predatory intent. Conor couldn't stand the idea of taking yet another cock in his ass--but as if anticipating a refusal from the hyena, Jax wrapped his strong paw around Conor's throat and squeezed tight, effectively keeping the smaller male quiet.
With that, the panther angled his rock-hard length and plunged into the cum-soaked depths of Conor's ass, groaning at the sensation. "Fuck. Such a disgusting whore of a mutt," Jax snarled, picking up his unforgiving pace to thrust mercilessly away. Rocco, still holding the hyena up, remained a solid and sturdy force for the panther to use to his advantage.
Jax pumped furiously hard, punching his cock up into Conor's ass with such vigor that it knocked the breath from the hyena's lungs and made him feel like his guts were being rearranged. He whined and grunted beneath the tight grip of the panther's paw, stars dancing in his vision and sweat beading down his body. Jax, too, was huffing and snarling, bucking his hips to sate his own needs, his own burning desire. "That's it. Fucking take it." His words were guttural and strained--an obvious sign of his incoming climax.
So Conor did. He took it, every thrust in his ass eliciting a helpless whimper from his constricted throat. Soon enough, the panther hilted himself all the way and emptied his seed into Conor for the third time, adding to the cum that already spilled from his ass, both of their cocks throbbing relentlessly--even if for entirely different reasons.
The panther stepped back, momentarily admiring the sight of Conor like this--exposed and vulnerable, used and abused and covered in their cum. With a nod from Jax, Rocco promptly dropped the hyena, letting him hit the ground with a hard thud, sand clouding at the impact. Conor coughed and groaned, rolling uselessly onto his side, utterly spent and exhausted.
"You know, you should consider changing your payment method. Perhaps then, we wouldn't have to go to such lengths to get what we want out of you," Jax casually advised, tucking his cock into his pants before fastening them back up. The other males sneered with laughter, staring down at the hyena on the ground, none of them moving to help or console or comfort him. Conor only shuddered in response, too shaken to muster any sort of reply.
"We'll be seeing you around, mutt." With that, the five males took their exit, leaving the hyena ruined and alone with only the warm embrace of the sun.