(Sneak Peek) The Back Alley Gang: The Newbie
This is a sneak peek into what I'm hoping will be my next ongoing series.
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
There were a whole bunch of guys standing around the back alley; dirty, wearing hoods and sitting on trash cans while sipping an almost bronze booze from tall, clear, yellow bottles. Sully sat on his own trash can, looking past his own bottle which had about a quarter of its contents missing; staring at his torn up shoes which he could see the holes in his dirty socks. The pale white mouse nervously ran his hand through his short dark red hair. He was nervous because his new friend, a street urgent black alley cat named Mascot, said that they would take care of him. Now that he got a good look at them, he wasn't sure what the cat meant by it... He didn't have much of a choice, his parents were dead, and the corrupt island government threw him outside the gates instead of helping him.
Sully and the alley cat sat off to the side as the three bulky hoods nearby split up. The big, tan pit-bull looked out of the corner of his hood as he reached to his crotch and pulled down his zipper. Sully couldn't help but watch as the dog reached over to the nearest alley wall and leaned forward as he let a fat, vein covered cock hang between his legs. He let out a loud grunt, digging his bronze colored nails into the brick wall, giving a few pants of relief while still holding his booze in his other paw. "Ungh...yeah..." he growled in a deep, masculine voice.
The pale, red headed rodent was so distracted by the sight, he didn't even notice the dark, hoof tipped hands lifting him off the trash can. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the other two hoods closing in on him, pressing him against the nearest brick wall. He saw the big hyena standing to his right and the big dark stallion right in front of his face. The stallion had a huge patch of flesh over his right eye and a few dots missing from his face, like something had burned the skin and his fur never grew back. "So...Sully...Mascot here says you ain't got a family to go home to..."
Before Sully could answer, he felt his back pushed against the wall and his wrists pinned down. He was near breathless as a thick, wet, booze flavored tongue worked its way down the back of his throat. Heart pounding in his chest, the rodent gave a loud, muffled whimper as he felt a big hand firmly squeeze his crotch, tugging and fondling hard at his highly sensitive sac. He heard a sharp pitched squealing laughter from the hyena at his side, "Don't worry...Sully...we can be your family." Sully whimpered another cry past the horse's tongue and thick lips, feeling the hyena's hot, booze drenched breath hit the side of his head as another thick tongue sank into his right ear...