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Tory left the demon's lair feeling dirty and slimy. The essence of the pit full rapist was oozing out his battered, abused, sore, once virginal tail hole soaking his underwear. He was told to not to say a word about his rape or the people close to him would suffer. His heart was tearing at the thought; but the feeling in his gut told him that the demon lion was capable of anything. Once he arrived at his apartment he was relieved that his roommate, Craig, was gone until tomorrow evening. Tory couldn't deal with anyone right now; especially him. The rhino had a mysterious power to make him reveal the problems he tried to hide from the world, like with his money trouble. Once inside the safety of his off campus apartment he went to the bathroom to shower, his rapists scent seemed to cling to his slim frame making him cringe disgustedly. He stripped off his clothes, turned on the shower and stepped in. The old pipes gargled softly as the warm, relaxing stream down his sweat matted, white, black striped fur. He grabbed a bar of soap from the shelf and scrubbed his entire body. He winced when he touched his sore, tender hole still quivering from its assault. He sat under the spray for nearly and hour; until he gasp from a blast of cold, freezing stream hit him. He shut off the shower and slowly got up, his legs felt wobbly from sitting so long. He stepped out and grabbed a towel that hung off to the side and slowly dried him. He wrapped the towel around his slender waist and grabbed his discarded clothing crumpling them in his hands exiting the bathroom. He threw the reminder of his ordeal in the trash, feeling relived that he didn't have to smell his abuser no longer. He went to his room and sat on the bed. He lay down on the soft, comforting mattress and stared up at the ceiling. His mind reeled around the events of his deflowering, the evil grins of both the pit bull and the devil calling himself Diesel danced in his head, the lion's words stung and stabbed him "You're mine". He turned and curled up hugging his knees tightly to his chest, he knew the nightmare was only beginning.

At 5:45 the next day a hard, aggressive knock at his door alerted Tory out of thoughts. He hesitantly answered seeing his attacker, Axe, the mean looking pit bull, standing outside along with 4 other mean looking, muscled males . "Hello, pussycat, miss me?" said the cruel dog flashing the same predatory, dominate smile. Tory averted his eyes away from the beast, every muscle in his body tightened remembering the pain the savage dog inflicted on him. Axe waved his pack of brutes into the apartment as he grabbed Tory forcefully pawing at him groping him. "How's that sweet hole? Bet you're aching for more", Axe roughly molested Tory's jean clad ass making Tory whimper and yip. He hoped someone would walk by the still open door and stop the rough, painful groping but his floor had only two renters at the moment. The other males laughed seeing the tiger whimper and groan in pain, they enjoyed seeing the fur boys helpless. They continued carrying the tiger's possession down to the u-haul waiting in the parking lot. As the last box was carried out Tory was ushered to an awaiting black hummer by his rough molester and forced into the back sit sitting next him. Tory was silent as the drove off to a destination unknown. He could see the U-Haul in front of the hummer turn off.

"Where is the U-haul going? Diesel told me to pack my things and..." he was cut off rough, large, hand grabbing his startled face and turned toward the scary canine.

"It's going storage, sweet cheeks. You won't need anything; Diesel is providing you shelter, food and anything else you need. Your shit is not needed where you're going." Tory was confused by the man's words "here put these on." Axe said releasing his face and handing him a fancy looking bag from a local sex shop Tory knew of. He opened it to find a diamond studded black leather collar and a pair of black, translucent, thong style underwear. Tory looked at his escort with a confused, bewilder look. He felt his face burn with embarrassment. "Go on, boy, take your shit off and put em on slowly" barked Axe in a powerful, domineering tone, loving the pleading look of the new fur boy. Tory shamefully removed his clothing, the eyes of the pit bull looking hungrily at him. The Mastiff driver glanced through the rear view mirror his dog meat uncomfortably against his leather pants. As Tory was slowly pulling the tiny underwear over his perk, round, butt, the Mastiff licked his chops with predatory lust.

Soon they pulled into the drive way of a large, Victorian style mansion on the outskirts of town. Tory was amazed that Diesel would live in such a place, he imagined something completely different. He was pulled from the car by the dog sitting next to him and dragged inside the luxurious mansion. He could hear pained cries and moans as his escorted through the main floor; the smell of sex is everywhere. He is led to the back yard to the pool area where Diesel waits for him. Diesel reclines in his pool chair, his arms rested under his black mane, his eyes covered by pair of dark sunglasses. His tall, ripped body glad only in a tight Speedo hugging his impressive bulge. He could smell the familiar scent of his latest boy coming closer to him. "Tory, glad you decided to come to my home...not that you had a choice in the matter." Diesel got up from his pool chair and made his way to Axe and a nervous, scared Tory. Tory couldn't help but notice the lion's powerful, male, feline body as he walked towards him; a dark god whose power knew no limits. "Did you get treated nice by my men? Did they touch you?" Tory could feel the nervous, panicked energy coming from Axe.

"N-no..they treated me good" Tory didn't want to cause the pit bull any trouble, he too was scard of the lion, the devil who looks at Axe with supecing eyes.

"Good, your buyer wouldn't it if someone hurt you needlessly" Diesel said staring into Tory's timid eyes; he could see desperate anxiety and confusion in his deep blue orbs.

"B-buyer...I don't understand" replied Tory his voice was shaking with nervousness and confusion.

"Your performance was very well received, my boy. The buyer is very eager to meet you and paid handsomely for the chance" Diesel smirk at the surprised, timid, shaking feline as he told him of his fate.

"I...I thought you ran a website...I'll do anything you want, but please don't sell me. I won't tell...please don't...I'll perform as you say!" Tory couldn't hold back his tears any longer; he was hiccupped between his words, "Please...don't...please". He was trapped and hated feeling this way all because he wanted money to pay for school.

"I do run a website, kitten, but there some very powerful members who dream of fucking their favorite boy, and your lucky to have been picked so quickly. He even paid for a luxurious sweet at the Grand field's hotel...the other boy's will be so jealous".

Tory hung his head down in defeat sobbing knowing he was going to forced to do something he didn't want. He was in the cold, unfeeling hand of the devil; his grip ever threatening to completely crush him. He was now the property of the devil himself, he whimpers softly as his flame of hope is blown out like a candle. "Axe take the boy to his room, he'll be excused from performing and training today. Oh and inform the men they can burry their bones into any other boy, but the little kitten here. Got it?" Diesel said in his deep, throaty, baritone voice putting emphases on Tory, he codenamed little kitten, "If anyone touches him, I'll personally cut the bastards fucking dick off."

"Yes, I'll make sure he is left alone" replied Axe, bowing his head to the demonic lion. He led Tory through the main floor, taking him up stairs to his private room to rest for the night.

Tory was listless, tossing and turning trying to drown out the moans, shrieks, and sounds of rough, brutal sex that echoed all over the house. He couldn't sleep, his minded raced with worried fear as he thought about the lion's words. He felt his life spinning out of control and hated it; he was trapped in a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. He sat up looking around his new sleeping place. It was fairly large and fully furnished with a fire place in the left hand corner. It was tastefully decorated, as Diesel hired a designer to embellish the rooms each boy slept in. There was a bathroom off to the side so he could use filled with every tooth paste thinkable, soaps, perfumes, soft, expensive cotton towels , a Jacuzzi tub and toilet. His bed was king sized with four posts and an overhanging canopy. The bed was dressed in expensive silk that was changed daily and lightly sprayed with sweet scents to relax the boys as they fall asleep breathing in the sweet scent. Although Tory was surrounded by luxury, he owned nothing inside. The large room felt empty to him. He laid his down on the fluffy, comforting pillow and closed his eyes; he liked the silky feel of the sheets on his near naked body and wrapped them tighter around himself. The sheets smelt like mangos and flowers, he breathed in the sweet smell and drifted off to sleep. While he lay sleeping soundly he dreamt something was crushing him making it difficult to breath, he was altered from his nightmare filled sleep by a loud lusty growl in his ear. His eyes snapped open to see the big, bulky, dangerous looking mastiff looking down hungrily at him. He struggled to get away but the larger man pinned his body down pressing into the mattress. His arms were tied by ropes to the two posts and the head of the large bed; tightly wrapped around each of Tory's wrists, his circulation almost cuting off. He was about to scream for help when a large paw covered his muzzle. The hand gripped tightly around his mouth, Tory groaned and tried desperately to get loose, the grip tightened. "Don't fucking make a sound, bitch" said the dog in an angry snarl, teeth bearing to warning him to stay still "make a peep and I'll break your fucking jaw, understand, slut?" Tory shook and whimpered feeling the grip squeeze harder and more aggressive, his jaw was aching almost cracking from his attacker's brutal grip. Tears fell from his sad, fearful blue eyes as he gave in to the monsters demands. The mastiff let go of the scared boy's face and stroked his victims face gently "Be good kitten, and I promise I'll go easy on you" Tory whimpered feeling the brute's hand explore his exposed body pinching, tugging and stroking his chest, abs, sides and cock. He bit his lower lip muffling his pained cries as he felt the mastiffs dull nails scrape his ribs and legs, the deep red color of blood was easily seen through his white fur. He gasped feeling teeth bite into exposed shoulder causing his him to gasp from the flash of pain. His mouth was covered by the mastiffs; his wet, slimy, meaty tongue force its way into his. He could feel it lick every corner, he desperately tried to force it with own but the larger tongue won the fight. The dog moaned into his victim's unwilling mouth as he struggled to free his aching 8.5inch, fat, doggy dick from his pants. He was hard and needy; the smell of sex fueled him as he grasped his cock, freeing it and aimed it at the waiting hole of his victim. He released Tory's mouth as he kneeled between the tiger's spread legs and forced them even wider.

"Please...n-no...stop..." pleaded Tory sobbing as he felt the large hard, drill poke his defenseless, still sore tail hole. He was terrified; he was lied to by the lion who promised he wouldn't be touched. He shivered as he feels a lust filled, cold, soulless, stare gaze upon his naked form.

"You look so cute shaking like that...the boss done good picking you. Bet he pawed off to your pictures too. Your performance was pretty too, we all watched it. That lucky fucker, Axe, was bragging to us guys sayin how tight you were. Was he good, little kitty...bet you enjoyed his doggy cock plowing that tail of your, but I'm a lot better...let me show you" Tory screamed as the mastiff buried deep into Tory with a brutal, barbaric thrust. He felt a large hand grip his throat, slowly squeezing making it hard to breath, "I thought I said no fucking noise...say sorry daddy and I'll let you go."

"I...I'm...sorry...daddy..." Tory replied with short, hard breaths. The hand let go of his throat as he gasped and coughed trying to catch his breath. The cruel monster smirked.

"That's better, boy. Now take what daddy gives ya" he said slamming his cock in and out of Tory's battered hole. Tory groaned and grunted feeling every hard, stabbing poke his rapist gave him He could feel his entire body sting from every cruel slam, thrust and pounding. "Yeah...such a warm tight hole...take that cock, bitch...moan for daddy" he grunted slamming into to Tory over and over again "beg me baby...tell daddy to fuck you harder" Tory could barely speak, he was helpless his body was screaming in pain, he shook and groaned ad the big dog pounded into with pure, animalistic lust. He felt the dull nails grip tighly on his legs digging in like dull razors.

"Ha..Harder...daddy" Tory said between painful sobs "please...fuck...me...daddy." The mastiff smirked to himself loving how his victim withered and shook under him; his words were like music to his ears. He slowly pulled his cock out the warm ass that hard sheathed it and slammed back down in one shove. He pounded his unwilling partner, his cock blanketed by the velvet, warm insides, griping tightly around his big bone. He grunted and moaned as he tore in and out the tight space a growing need for release creeping from his groin. The sounds of bodies shacking together filled the room, pained moans and lusty moan adding the unpleasant rough atmosphere. Tory could feel his arms being pulled and stretched as he pulled and shoved on his rapists cock, his butt bone was aching from the pounding of the mastiff, he just softly groaned and whimpered his eyes hurt from crying-he couldn't cry anymore. The mastiff felt his need getting stronger his knot was growing as he drilled harshly into the tiger boy. He grunted loudly and aggressively as he his knot slip into Tory's agonized innards. He groaned feeling the large ball force inside, passing through his sore anal lips. The mastiff thrusts were shorter but aggressive as he built up his release. He gave one last hard shove as he shot round after round of pent up slime into Tory's ass. Tory could feel the thick, gooey cream fill every nook and cranny it could find. The mastiff fell atop of him with a hard crash, monetarily knocking the wind out him. He pants and growled satisfied

"Hmm...you were perfect, little kitten. Such a sweet boy you are, letting me fuck you. I'm gonna love having you around." the mastiff's words made his fur stand on end, he felt like a fly about to swallowed up by a spider. The mastiff released him from the ropes and hid them in the room to use next time we can get under Diesel's radar. Tory lay on the bed curled up in a ball, his tail between his legs covering his abused tail hole like a blanket protecting it from a second go. The mastiff smiled at his work, his need freed and released into the bowls of a new boy. He felt like a daredevil who just survived a dangerous stunt, "night, baby...see you in the morning." The door closed and he was left alone, the darkness slowly devoured him. He just lie softly cried himself to sleep.

The mastiff walks down the long hall way of the second floor feeling good after his play date with the new fur boy, Tory. He loved fucking the boy, he now knows why Axe bragged so much. His cocky, good time feeling was short lived as he felt someone grab him, his arms being retrained and pined painfully behind his back. A strange smelling cloth was held over his mouth, the weird scent wafting up his nose. His body felt heavy, like rock, his vision was getting blurry, he franticly tried to struggle but he fell to the floor with a hard thud. His world went black.