Drunken Rage Part 2
Author's Note: This is the second part to my story "Drunken Rage", and I apologize for the incredibly short sex scene. It is the first I have written, and I'm hoping I can get a little more comfortable with them in the future. Hope you enjoy!
"Please, I'm sorry. Please, sir!" he begged, his chest quickly becoming sore from the forced pressing against the wall. The lashings stopped suddenly, as he heard his father muttering from behind him. Suddenly, he felt two large paws resting on his sore little cheeks, kneading painfully.
"No, you're not," came the rough reply.
"Not yet."
Struggling to shift his head from the wall to which he was pinned, Kyler glanced over his right shoulder, hoping to see what exactly his father was doing. First noticing the large paws covering the cute, red cheeks below his tail, he followed his gaze along the muscular arms of the older male, straining his neck in order to see the fox's face. Upon the visage of his father lay a look of mixed emotion, the animals eyes strained in concentration and focus, while his brow was furrowed in deep confusion. "How the fuck does this work..." Kyler heard his father mutter, obviously to himself rather than to the cub against which he was pressing.
Before the young kit had a moment to wonder of what his father was speaking, he felt one paw remove itself from his throbbing rear, and had just enough time to see it snaking towards the drunk's briefs. The inebriated male struggled to pull them past his waist, catching on his clothed but clearly visible member in a manner that would undoubtedly be comical if it weren't for the situation at hand.
Unable to think more than one step at a time, Miles removed his remaining hand from his son's rear, causing the young cub to fall to the hard wood floor below. Landing on all four paws, he began scurrying away immediately as his instincts acted faster than his mind was able to follow. He was just over half way across the cold planks before his father managed to slide his briefs to his ankles, at which point he consequentially noticed the lack of cub before him. Taking but a moment of drunken haze to figure where his son has disappeared to, he eyes the crawling cub drawing nearer to the safety of his room, and half ran and half stumbled towards him. "Oh, you fuckin' brat," he groaned as he bent down to grab his offspring's ankle. Kyler felt the tight vice on his foot and pulled forward sharply, throwing the very drunk Miles off balance. Unable to control his fall, the father turned attacker collapsed atop his son, whos tail was immediately pinned beneath the larger mass at a very awkward angle.
"Gah!" the cub cried out in pain as fresh tears formed in his eyes, a sharp pain traveling through his lightly furred appendage and up his spine. Large blots of red shot across his vision as his surely broken tail fell limply to the ground, only the tip managing to escape his father's weight. Adrenaline rushing through the kit, Kyler began clawing at the wooden floor beneath him, screaming forcefully as his mind struggled with the piercing pain he felt and the terror flooding through his young body.
"Shaddup!" Miles roared, a large paw lifted above his head and falling forcefully against the back of his sons head. Lifting himself onto his hands and knees, he struggled to gather his stance and push himself to his feet, but found himself lacking both the balance and coordination needed for such a feat. The cub continued his struggling, lifting himself into a crawling position and attempting to scamper away. Unfortunately for the young fox, this very action resulted in his pert cheeks connecting with his father's fully-aware groin, acting as inspiration to the struggling adult feline. Kyler's eyes shot open as he felt his father reach forward, a strong paw finding purchase on the middle of his back, forcing his chest into the floor below. His already bruised torso ached sharply from the earlier pinning against the wall, as fierce pain shot pulsatingly from his ribs. He continued his valiant struggle against his father's drunken act, but found himself unable to overpower the much larger animal. The pain from his ribs quickly disappeared, finding home instead between his small cheeks as his father forcefully inserted a finger into his son's tight tailhole.
"Gotta' prep you up," Miles explained monotonously amongst his kin's pained screams, his voice flat and unwavering as if providing a lecture to bored high-schoolers.
Fortunately for the ball of screaming fur beneath him, he had lubricated his finger with saliva before jamming into his younger blood. Although the spit made next to no difference, the act made it just a small amount more tolerable for the kit.
His entire body now screeching in pain, Kyler attempted yet again to escape the monster above, clawing at the floor rewardlessly. In the midst of his pained escape efforts, he noticed the door across from his, and the way that it was opened just ajar. Squinting through his tears and the darkness of the hall, he saw his brother standing within the doorway, peering out solemnly at the morose acts taking place mere feet from him.
Breaking from his attempted flee, he raised one hand towards his witnessing brother, begging him to take action. His eyes quivered as he struggled to maintain his gaze, and he felt his hope fall to pieces as the door slowly fell closed. "Almost there," his father groaned out as he slid another two fingers within the tight confines of his son's virgin hole. Kyler's lungs burned as if on fire as he screamed into the empty hall, the fur on his cheeks now matted with tears. His father began pistoning the three digits rapidly within the cub, twisting and turning as a small trickle of blood found its way from the inner walls to the brown oak floor. "I'd say that about does it," came the considering voice as the fingers were quickly removed, the cubs insides burning as air made contact with torn walls.
Assuming the worst was over, Kyler attempted to stand to his feet amidst the piercing pain, only to be knocked back down to the floor.
"Oh, we're not finished yet, lil' son of mine," chirped Miles, who was now gripping his intimidatingly long cock tightly within a closed fist, his hand a blur as he smeared his premature juices over the slender staff. Before the small kit had a chance to realize what exactly was happening, he felt his father's weight fall atop him yet again as his ribs and tail reminded him just how much pain he was in. These throbbing grievances were reduced to mere annoyances in comparison to the massive jolt that ran through his body entire as his father inserted himself mercilessly into the tight cub below. Sliding just the tip into the non-consensually awaiting hole below, he moved one hand to his son's tailbase and pulled back with a jolt, hilting himself within his own flesh and blood. Burying himself deeply, he roared to the night as his fox-member was immediately greeted with a constricting grasp from the kit beneath him. Although he was well aware of the ear-piercing screams emitting from the cub's throat, his mind and sense of logic were lost to the world as he gave in to the pleasure that confronted him.
"Jesus Christ, you're tight!" he roared happily as he withdrew his pulsating member from his son's torn hole, only to slam it in again immediately after. He repeated the motions without hesitation, a rhythm ringing out to the household as his heavy balls slapped against he son's stomach with every thrust.
"God, Daddy, pleasher had no intention of stopping, but knowing not what else to do. His mind was on fire as his head fell forward harshly, granting him a view of his father's swaying sack, and what he could swear was a protruding bulge in his belly. "Oh....," his father moaned out in ecstasy, his loins churning as he neared his alcohol induced rapid climax, "That's so goddam good!" With that final cry to the world of one, he let his weight collapse upon the kit below as he emptied himself within the whimpering fox.
His cock spasmed madly as his cream seeped forth into his son, much of the liquid finding its way out from the wounded hole and into the bloodied fur at the son's rear.
Whimpering and crying in agony beneath his still groaning father, he could hear the squishing sounds as his father humped his hole greedily, in an attempt to squeeze every drop from his member. Beneath the disturbing noise of his household, he also heard the steadily nearing wail of a police cruiser, drawing steadily closer.