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[I]Knock! Knock![/I]

“Oi, pretty boi. We're moving or what?"

With his cuffs hitting against the small separator between the front and the back of the cruiser, the black-furred Rat wasn't looking so impressive with his jacket half torn out. Hektor confirmed that as he glanced through the rear-view mirror before returning to adjusting the angle and checking his hair.

He passed a hand over his recently trimmed sides, feeling the undercoat under his finger rather than the luscious long hair, then he went to the short mohawk, brushing the black-dyed hair. He brushed them left, then right, and-

“Yeah, yeah. You're the prettiest girl for prom night. What you gonna wait? Your bros?" again, more knocking against the reinforced glass panel between them… And Hektor sighed.

For a moment, the white-furred and black-striped Tiger returned to the glass, to his recently apprehended criminal, and then to the left.

“Cut it out. Or I'll drag you to the pen," grumbled the Tiger, passing a hand over his jaw before he turned on the engine, feeling it roar and purr under his feet.

“Oh yeah. 'heard that before. That's what it is? Little tune the big guys teach you? “Be a good boi, or back to the pen". Sheesh, you gotta be more creative guys."

Hektor rolled his eyes, but he went to drive and pressed the gas pedal, the car screeching into the night before they cruised through the north district, one quite affluent and calm place. Most of the time, in that zone, Hektor only dealt with petty teens who got into trouble and their parents, eager to bail their shitlings out for a sum.

But as he glanced in the rear-view mirror, watching the damn rat lazying on the back couch like he owned the car, his cuffed hands behind his neck, he knew he was in for a whole different type of reward. It would be enough to get through how he felt.

“What? The cat got your tongue, cat? Need help to find it back?"

Hektor rolled his eyes, trying to endure the situation. Before he scoffed: “That's all you can do?"

The Tiger focused on the rear-end view, knowing his car enough to control it for a moment as he observed the black-furred Rat's reaction: red eyes meeting yellows… Before returning to the road ahead.

“What? What I can do? Well, I can talk, sing-"

“Xander Pierce. College drop-out. Caught early on with drugs, known for squatting, trespassing, vandalism, mischief, and other petty charges. You never guessed you could be better?"

“Welp, that's me. Fully me! What you gonna say?"

“Nothing. You are pathetic," said Hektor, feeling he would be getting a rile out of the Rat. Good.

“Keep driving before you land us in the ditch, Kitten."

“I can do both. That's more than you could do with your life," said Hektor, feeling an intense joy in messing with the Rat. Beating… Was out of options. Hitting that face was way too visible; he would get caught again.

“What's that? Feeling like you're above me, Kitten?"

“No. I'm certain. Look at you. Your parents must be proud."

“Shut the fuck up, Kitten. Or you gonna regret it."

“Or what? You'll hit me?"

Still, Hektor glanced at the mirror. The Rat was short, under five feet. But he was athletic, lean, dry. Not too bulky, like the Tiger. So, it wouldn't be a fair fight; it would be too easy to crush him.

“Well?"

“Shut the fuck up."

The Tiger snickered as he pulled up to the station. As expected, there were only a portion of cars. And was nobody hanging around to bother him as he jumped out of the vehicle. He checked his gear at his belt, then opened the door.

“Move out."

The Rat snarled back but didn't budge. Well, it was only making it easier to convince Hektor to do what he desired. With strength only years in the force and old experience as a football player could bring, the Tiger grabbed the Rat's left arm and the cuffs to pull him. To force him out of the vehicle like he was a deadweight before he pushed him against the car, head and chest first.

“What? You think it's funny?" asked Hektor, chuckling at the grunting Rat.

“Hrmph… Fuck… Yourself."

“No. Not tonight," laughed the Tiger, With one hand, he lifted the cuff above the Rat's head and then had one hand going along his body. With his chest pressed against the smaller Mammal's body, Hektor only had to slip his hand against the chest, the abdominal waist, and down the pants.

“W-What the fuck?"

“We're alone tonight. Unlucky you, I get put on surveillance duty while they're having fun. But we'll get our own type of fun," purred the Tiger, passing a hand between the Rat's legs. He felt the bulge, the weight under those pants. His claws were instinctively slipping out, stretching as his paw was right against the Rat's jewels.

A Rat who no longer peeped a word. But whose red eyes were entirely on Hektor, observing his every movement. Even his prehensile and naked tail had stopped moving for the occasion… And then, Hektor yanked on the cuffs again. Not to lift his arms, but to drag him inside the empty station.

“Oh. We have all the night for ourselves," chuckled Hektor, enjoying the situation more than he should. His voice brimmed with joy as he could finally get out of the system all the pent-up anger, one that boiled as they stormed through the back entrance, right into the eerie-quiet main office.

He should have been a part of the party. Lenny would have gladly taken his spot, if asked. But no, it had been an order from his direct supervisor in the morning that he had to guard the station and handle the small cases.

He knew it was payback, or an attempt to single him out. He was the only one bringing the numbers, doing the work, fixing everything. Even if it meant for him to get his paw greased. At least, he should have been mentioned for the awards.

Instead, he got shafted. But he had a new toy in the form of a punk Rat, dressed in rags, and snarling at him.

He rarely got the occasion to play it rough. Less so with men. But the occasion was almost too good as he threw the Rat into his office. He didn't even wait for the Rat to cry and recuperate that he locked the door behind him.

First… The security. With a whistle, he went to the IT office and pulled out the code he had snagged from the tech. From there, it was only an easy matter to waltz in and unplug the big server. He could always tell there was a power failure, wouldn't be surprising.

Then, it was to make a little shopping run through the exhibits. Toys, drugs, poppers, lubes… Oh. There was everything he needed to mess up with the Rat good. He was almost giddy as he went deeper into the closet, going through the dusty boxes before pulling what he desired. He even wondered about leaving the box there. Instead, he took it with him on the way back, whistling.

Instead, he wondered as he heard no sound coming from behind the wooden door to his office. By that time, the bastard should have been knocking. But no, the feline looked around. No, it was his office. And his eyebrows lifted as he opened the door to see his private place… Thrashed: the computer thrown aside, his shelf with his early-years trophies on the ground. The chair had been thrown against the concrete walls, broken. But of the Rat?

“The fuck?" growled Hektor, looking around and entering the room, his box under his right arm.

Left… Right? No traces of that tiny bastard and-

[I]THUD!

[/I]A blinding pain hit Hektor, making him stumble backward and fall on his back as he looked above. The fake ceiling… Somehow, the Rat had accessed it. And it was now the same Rat who stood above him, twirling the cuffs around his index finger.

“I told you to shut up, cunt. Nobody gonna get his dick in me," spat the Rat. Metaphorically and literally, a fat glob of saliva hit Hektor across the face. He was still writhing on the ground from the pain; Xander had used the cuffs to hit him. And he used them, cuffing the Tiger, gripping his hands to attach them. Then, Xander produced another pair for bigger species, probably stolen from the desk, and secured them around the Tiger's legs.

“Hrphh… Ba-"

“Shut the fuck up."

Xander's voice was low, growly as he reached for the Tiger's mouth, grabbing it. He held onto it, squeezed that jaw and on those cheeks while the Tiger's yellow eyes were all over the Rat who trembled with… Anger.

“You started with my family. Then, with your hands. I don't know you, man. But I'm gonna fuck you up, and you'll never do that again!

“You'll regr-HRMPH!"

As if on cue, Xander stuffed a ball of paper inside Hektor, shutting him up for the moment, though the Tiger was trying to chew through it. And he left.

On the ground, and wiggling, Hektor tried to pull on the cuffs, to plant his claws into the locks to pick them, like in the movies.

“Hard to find scissors around here," scoffed Xander as he returned, holding a pair out before he frowned and looked at Hektor. Then chuckled. “No. It won't work, dumbass. That's not how you get out of cuffs."

Hektor answered with a muffled growl and a scowl… And a pathetic mewl as the scissors were getting closer to his neck, to his soft fur, to his skin. He watched as his breath quickened, as he saw the malice in the Rat's eyes. And then…

[I]Snip! Snip! Snip!

[/I]Shivering, Hektor watched the Rat cut through his vest. Then his shirt. Those fingers were quick, acting without much error as he cut through what covered the Tiger's chest. He cut through the arms, letting them fall into small squares, leaving only the wrists covered. The vest and shirt? The rest of it was thoroughly cut and pulled.

“HRMPH!" cried the Tiger, shaking and fighting, though the Rat was stronger. Stronger than he expected.

And as he wiggled, tried to roll, it only led to Xander sitting on his chest while he cut everything, removing the pants, pulling socks. Steadily, Hektor was stripped until he was lying in a pile of scraps. Except for his brief Xander watched, making the scissors snap.

“Let's see if you're so cocky naked, cunt," scoffed the Rat, glancing at the box brought by the Tiger before he reached for the brief.

Again, the Feline tried to shake the hands off… Two cuts later, the briefs dropped; unfolding and revealing the Tiger's prize.

“Pff! That's that? Seriously? No wonder you're a cunt!" Xander laughed, then hollered as he looked at Hektor…. And the Tiger seemed to deflate.

Big mammals, such as Tigers, were known for their humongous genitals. The kind you'd see in interspecies porn, going for all the “Preyed" stuff. Instead… Well, the thuggish Tiger was more on the smaller side. His balls were average, but his cock? It looked like a nub Xander poked at with the scissors.

“It'd be better to cut it off, that's useless," scoffed the Rat, watching the fear, the tremor, the horror shaking Hektor.

The Feline was only twenty-nine, he wasn't married yet, he didn't have children despite what his mother wanted out of him. His eyes widened as he considered the fact of “losing" his jewels. And that, he couldn't do that, not to himself. Not to his mother. So, he cried. Though the sound was muffled through the saliva-ridden ball of paper gagging him.

“Right… It'd be worthless to cut it out. Gotta do more," chuckled the Rat as he stood up and readjusted his vest. Then… Threw it.

Hektor's eyes widened again as he looked at the Rat stripping before him. As layer after layer, those wiry muscles were exposed. The subtle movements beneath the sleek, well-groomed, black fur were impressive. Telling of a strength the punk had been keeping for himself. And as the last layers were dropped, pants and briefs, Hektor gulped.

Again… Smaller Mammals were often less endowed. But Xander? His cock was half-hard, half-chub, and it looked like twice his size. Twice his size, both in length and girth. A monster compared to his genitals. And yet, there were those testicles, dangling between the legs with a fine black trail following the raphe.

It was… Big.

“See, dude. That's a real pack! And Imma teach you a lesson," chuckled the Rat, holding out his jockstrap… Then he glanced at Hektor. He reached for that mouth, stuck almost his hand inside it to block the jaw from closing as he extracted the ball of paper… And stuffed his underwear in its stead.

The fabric was stinky, musky, drippy with fluids… There was even a hint of piss the Tiger tried to ignore, groaning and looking aside while the Rat above gloated.

“You're better like that, Kitten."

Yet, it was clear Xander had more in mind.

His eyes and hands went to the box Hektor brought. One glance down, and Xander pulled two bottles from them, smiling.

“Poppers and Lube? You're a cunt. But you know how to party," scoffed Xander, opening the bottle and taking a little whiff. “Still good."

Good for him to approach, ride on the Tiger's chest, and put the bottle under the feline's nose. And in return, the acrid scent hit his nose. Strong, potent… And enough to make Hektor's expression crumple. He grimaced, but he felt the little high following it. It stung, but so was the little tickling in the back of his mind. Already, he was feeling his sensations drifting and his hands relaxing just a bit.

Not enough, however, to feel comfortable as the Rat started to slather the content that lube on his cock. Amidst the ruins of the office, with all the furniture and sundries associated with it, the scene looked so… Despicable. Yet, Xander looked proud as he had that liquid sprayed over his cock, massaging it. He pulled on his foreskin, pulled down to expose the thick purplish cockhead, from the urethra to the corona, then he went over the mast, the veiny length, until it glistened under the neon light.

And Hektor gulped, feeling a tremor shaking his body.

Then, he saw the Rat pull a rope from the box. One he pulled on it, testing it before he grabbed Hektor's legs.

“HRMPHH!" cried the feline. But it was impossible to resist and fight as his legs were pulled up, and he was forced to bend. He bent. He was folded, with his legs almost touching his hands while he was still on the ground. His back hurt, his articulation, too. But the shame was, as that rope was used to secure his posture, he had his ass exposed.

Slathered with fluids, Xander eagerly sprayed the white and black posterior with lube, aiming at the crack between those muscular cheeks to smear them.

“Oh… It's gotta be fun!" chuckled the Rat, passing a finger against the crack, pushing inside to find the swampy crevice. But no dirty fur. No excess as he touched the virgin asshole. He prodded at it, felt it… And pressed his digits against it, forcing and prying it open much to Hektor's dismay.

The Tiger's yellow eyes watered. His expression broke as his asshole was forced open. And despite the high still coursing from his poppers, it was not a magic drug. It eased… But the pain remained as his sphincter was forced open, abused… And he had to endure the mammal's touch.

“Tight," chuckled Xander, grabbing his cock and shaking it.

He smacked it against the entrance. And… As Hektor's eyes widened, the Rat penetrated the hole.

He grunted, growled… And Hektor cried, the muffled sound filling the office as his asshole was speared, taken, abused. It hurt. It hurt like hell. He cried, extended his neck. But it didn't do shit. Rather, it only forced more laughs out of Xander while he pushed deeper into the Feline's inside.

He pushed, fighting against the clenched sphincter. The passage was so tight, and Hektor instinctively kept it tighter. He wanted the pain gone. He wanted the moment gone. But no. It wasn't going.

It was only getting worse and worse as Xander's inches were delving deeper. More inches, more length, more width as his asshole turned into a ring of fire. And even then, as the poppers were open under his nose to keep him high, the pain made it quasi-impossible to enjoy it.

He was raped, taken, abused. And the Rat above him chuckled, enjoyed the moment. Through the dizziness, Hektor watched the malicious grin Xander had.

There was a purpose behind the penetration, one Hektor was soon to know, to feel, as something strange was pushed… Somewhere inside him, Xander had reached a place.

“Here it is… Oh yeah…" chuckled the Rat, watching Hektor's tiny cock slowly arise and throb. Blood rushed inside, blood pumped inside. And so, the length started to push onward, upward despite the Rat's presence. Five inches. That was all the Tiger could muster between his legs. His face was flustered when his cocktip, partially covered by the foreskin even at a full erection, poked at the Rat's belly.

“Feel that, Kitten?"

Hektor didn't answer, but he was feeling dizzy. Strange. Beyond the poppers, though, they clearly affected him.

His toes extended, his legs tensed, his fingers clawed his chest. Whatever Xander was doing, it had an effect on him. And his cock was hitting faster, deeper. When did he start that back-and-forth?

Still, the feline grunted in pain and horror, and disgust. Even when his cock was grabbed and poked with one hand.

“So much for so little… Cunt. Sure you like using your tiny toy… Right? You like it? Huh?" scoffed the Rat, huffing and puffing. His breath was hasty, his breathing rash. But his smile maintained as he had his thumb tracing circles around the exposed cocktip, teasing the urethra.

“Hrmph!"

“Oh yeah. So tiny toy. A tiny girl clit. Girl," scoffed the Rat as he released that cock… Only to grip something from the sundries around. A pen? What-

“HRMPHHHH!"

Hektor shouted, though the sound remained muffled. He cried, his neck nearly pulled. The Rat… Had a pen in his hand, and through his dexterous fingers, he was rubbing it against Hektor's cocktip, forcing the urethra open. He rubbed the butt of that pen, blunt, against the entrance.

“Yeah… You ain't liking when people… Do you things, right?" scoffed Xander, still going inside Hektor's asshole but at a steadier and slower pace.

Whatever stamina he had, it was clear Xander could go on for long. While Hektor was a moaning mess. His cock was hard, his hard-on afire, that spot… Abused. Massaged.

“Hmprh… Stretchier than your pussy," chuckled Xander.

What did he mean by that? Hektor could guess. A moment later, his thoughts broke down as Xander hit his spot again. He gargled and gagged, the saliva utterly impregnating the jockstrap.

Even as he was coughing or trying to dislodge the underwear, the Rat was going inside him. Deeper, faster, with anger and rage Hektor noticed. And he mewled pathetically as the constant rubbing against that “spot" left him needy and hating every second of it. His body wasn't answering his order. And worse, the Rat was enjoying every second of it.

His fingers were moving fast with the pen, forcing and abusing Hektor's cock until he sensed… Another hit. Like the one in his ass. But forward. His eyes were bloodshot, he mewled… And mewled again when the Rat sighed and stopped.

Was it over? He didn't think so. The Rat was still inside. But Xander seemed satisfied, smiling as he continued to ram that pen inside Hektor's cock, nudging and twirling inside it. The urethra on fire, the Tiger couldn't see what was happening. But he felt it. As much as the sensation of something warm and hot flooding his guts. Warm, sticky, heavy… And pushing against his legs as they crushed his chest.

“What? Ain't happy when I stuff your cunt?" laughed Xander.

He thrust. He gave another shake from the hips as his cock moved. And along with it, his cum churned inside Hektor's belly. Hektor who felt… Sick. Dirty as his guts were weird from the cum pouring inside. It was like… Overeating, but he was still hungry. It was like being stuffed, but he was feeling so empty, so…

He had no words for this, and he couldn't say much. But his eyes watered as he sensed his belly pop out and his guts smoothening, as he felt the warmth inside him, branding him. Xander not only fucked him but… marked him.

“Oh… Gonna cry? Feels so good to get stuffed?" laughed the Rat, smacking Hektor's plushy ass before he pulled out, yanking his cock out with such a speed, it left Hektor's ass gaping, burning, and releasing that cum flood.

But it wasn't enough.

Not as the Rat was still touching and massaging Hektor's groin, watching his legs forced to bend.

“Hrmphh!" cried Hektor, his cheeks covered with tears, ugly tears as even snot was dripping from his right nostril when he wasn't sniffing loudly.

“Oh… Yeah. That. Don't cry, girl. I've got something to show you."

Hektor closed his eyes. He didn't want to be shown anything. He wanted to wake up from this horrid nightmare. His legs were starting to get numb from the posture, they didn't even hurt anymore. And his asshole… Well, he couldn't even hope to close it. It was gaped and burning… Yet, there was a change.

“Surprised you were so stretchy, girl. Your clit looks wondrous," laughed the Rat… And laughed some more when Hektor cried at getting his urethra fingered.

His cock was stretchy. Extremely so. But it was something Hektor didn't know. And was starting to learn as he had two fingers going inside his hard cock, stretching the orifice, which burned like when he got a urinary infection. His neck was starting to hurt so much from his cries and tension.

But less so as the fingers were delving deeper, adding a third digit.

“Oh yeah… Imma totally go for it," laughed Xander, going from his knees to his feet, squatting and touching Hektor's cock, giving the underside a feel, sensing how it bulged from the fingering. And he smiled… Devilishly.

“Nhhh! Nhhh!" tried to say Hektor, shaking his head. But he couldn't stop him. He couldn't stop the smaller Rat from approaching the cocktip with his own organ. It was impossible, it was dangerous, it was something he didn't want to see, to live.

“'Know what's a prostate break-in?" suddenly asked Xander, his voice low and calmer.

“Nhhh?"

The feline tried to breathe, and sniffed more snot down. But he looked at the Rat as he continued his fingering… And guided his cock towards the entrance. And somehow… In a strange, disgusting, and ironic way: it didn't hurt as much for Hektor to get his cock fucked.

“Imma show you. But your balls ain't like it. Say goodbye to them, girl. Once in your clit, they're done."

Hektor's eyes closed as he braced for the thrust. But again… it didn't hurt as much. It tingled, it was warm. But his cock was getting outstretched, and it felt good. Too god. He was… betrayed by his body.

He was entirely betrayed. He couldn't deny how he felt the blood pumping down his erection. Or his quickened breaths. Or the moans escaping his throat as another thrust shook him to his core. But he could hate it.

He hated everything from it as his cock was so outstretched it was obscene. It was insane. Yet, each thrust hit his spot, but from the front.

Each thrust was like a battering hammer against his dignity. He was a stud; he had a few chicks he could have kept for himself. He was only taking his anger onto dudes. Yet, here he was, taken like a lowly bitch. A cunt like many others who made his life difficult.

And he roared, his eyes bloodshot, his neck stretching in pain. But he could only chew the underwear's fabric, feeling the precum squeezed from it and landing on his tongue. His breathing quickened, his mind ran crazy.

And that cock…

That damned cock kept hitting his dick, sending his mind spiraling down as he felt the pressure increase. Oh, it hit again. And again. It was akin to being drilled but much more pleasant, so much more. And even if he couldn't see it, he could feel. He could feel his groin bulging from the Rat's cock pushing inside and stretching what shouldn't be… With those balls narrowly smacking his cock.

“Oh yeah. Best… Clit in town! You're good, girl!" laughed Xander, flashing his yellow teeth.

And as Hektor snarled at him despite the gag, the Rat laughed more.

“What? You feeling bad? Ain't me who fucked up! That's you, Kitten! Bite more than you can chew!"

With that remark, the Rat's hand raised and then smacked Hektor's plump posterior. The Feline snarled, though the sound came out closer to a gurgling while his prostate continued to be hammered, and he felt it… He felt it better.

He felt how something inside him squeezed Xander, holding him as he went in and out. He sensed the Rat's throbbing cock inside him and the pressure growing… Heightening.

“Hrmphh!"

“Oh… Yeah...Coming. Baby," said the Rat, his composure breaking.

His face contorted, he leaned forward. And without skipping a beat, Xander smacked Hektor's ass, leaving a flashing pain behind before he snickered. He smiled, huffed, his smile forced and plastered. The traits were tense, but tenser was the White Tiger. His body trembled as if he was sick. And sickened he was from being fucked that way.

Sickened to see that greasy Rat molest him, enjoying the moment. Watching that neck extend, watching that torso suddenly lift, those shoulders square up. And he felt sickened as that deep sigh escaped Xander's lips.

As that cum poured inside his cock.

Again, there was no need to see. He could feel it. He felt the throb inside his own cock, disgusted of being capable of noticing it. But so, he sensed the warm semen pour from the cock. It almost felt like a burn. Amidst the heat from being outstretched, back and forth, it was the Rat's cum that was the worst. He felt it pushing and gushing inside him, stretching his organ. He sensed the pressure building up and going further inside.

It dug further and further, on a path that shouldn't be taken, shouldn't be.

Yet, there was that alien and impossible sensation as that burning cum followed a path, going further, then ascending, going back… And down. Down until it followed the cords. It descended towards his scrotum, like a fiery and burning probe. It drilled, it burned, it opened something the Feline had never experienced before.

His eyes opened further, wide. So wide. And he felt his eyes dry despite the tears forming, coming. He felt he was about to break down as he sensed the heat down his scrotum.

“Oh yeah… That's it. Feel it? First nut for your nuts, Girl," chuckled Xander.

First nut, and the Feline tried to contain his rage and pain. But the flow continued to descend. To descend, down to… Reach them. To feel the fluids spread into a place that couldn't contain them. And his eyes rolled as the pain swallowed him whole.

His entire world went dark. His eyes closed, his legs and limbs trained against the cuffs and rope without breaking them. But he had to leave. To flee. To escape. His mind was overtaken, swallowed. Burned. Etched.

“Do you like it?"

Hektor didn't answer in words. There was only a whistle, a pathetic throttled mewling, escaping his lips as he sensed more descending his prostate into his swollen and bulging cords. He felt more, too, descending and pouring into his nuts.

In one way, it felt like something was crushing them. But the other way, like something was inside and spreading inside them. The heat… Became more bearable, lessened. And through sharp breaths, the feline opened his eyes on Xander. He watched the Rat still going for more thrusts inside his cock.

He was numb.

Not that he couldn't feel anything. But as the constant buzz inside his prostate continued, it erased every other sensation. Leaving him unable, no longer, to feel if the Rat was inside or not. Pouring more cum or not. But he seemed to be.

“How does it feel? Liking my nut, kitten? I have more. Imma wash your balls down," laughed Xander.

And pathetically, Hektor only mewled in return.

He hit his nape against the cold ground, hissing… But he looked at the ceiling above. The pain had abated. Was gone. Erased. He no longer felt like hot metal had been poured down his dick. But it was hot. And hotter were his balls.

They were still feeling crushed and pressed. But somehow, he could sense… Something odd. They were hot. But as if something warm was pressed against them. But he felt a shiver as the contrasting coldness inside them was… Killing him. Was driving him crazy.

He hissed again, trying to move his legs. In vain. Closing or opening them was impossible.

He relaxed his fingers, finding he had his palms clawed and bleeding from his hands wrangling. But even then, it felt dull. Everything was dull. Everything was dulled for Hektor as he looked at the blinding neon, then back to Xander, who was still at it.

The Rat was a grumbling mess. And as his movement accelerated, Hektor heard… A smack. Then some. Then continuously. Xander's balls were smacking against something?

He tried to wiggle and see, only for a hand to smack that firm ass.

“Don't move, Kitten! Let me finish!" chuckled Xander, going another smack for the occasion. His movements accelerated, his breathing quickened.

And through the moment that seemed to stretch, to expand, Hektor watched the young Rat's casual attitude. He watched that face split in a grin. And he shuddered when the eyes went back on him.

“What, girl? Loving your new boyfriend? Nah, sorry. I'm already engaged. But a side-chick like you always needs a good cunting."

Finally, the Rat sighed and pulled back. His legs were slightly wobbly as he stood up, shaking his hands. His cock was half-chub and dripping, no… Covered with fluids. But his eyes… They were moving left and right with a purpose.

Then down. He grabbed his cock, shook it, and sprayed Hektor's face with some droplets before he laughed.

“Hey, girl. If you wanna stay safe, tell me where you got that stuff."

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“Hell yeah. What a party! Too bad the bo-… Hey. Hektor! You forgot the light! Mor...on?"

With his cap thrown on a desk, a burly Rhinoceros entered the precinct, followed by a Polar Bear, Dan. Both grizzled and veterans in the force, they were the ones picked to handle the place after the Tiger.

However, as they looked at the main office… They only saw the chaos. The computers and equipment were still there. But the walls near the back had been defaced.

Someone had vandalized them, sprayed in bright red the words “Free Whore! Grats!" as well as more tags to punctuate them. It was… Ugly. And the Rhinoceros' nostrils dilated as he looked at his partner, both reaching for their holsters as they walked through the desks.

Atop the words, someone had sprayed an arrow pointing to one of the offices, though the door had been closed.

“What happened here? Wasn't Hektor supposed to guard the place?"

“Probably went for a girl, or to check the loaded kids for some money. Seriously, why we're keeping that tool?"

“It's the boss' problem. Not ours. Shut up."

Reaching for his gun, the balding and graying Rhinoceros held it and undid the security as he went for the door. The Bear approached to cover him and… With a slow count, they finally blasted the door open.

The room was a mess. Everything had been trashed. The furniture, the shelves, even the computer. It reeked of sex and fluids, of cum. It was… dirty. There was even an exhibit box there.

But the most impressive and stupid detail was… Hektor.

The White Tiger remained bound on his swollen belly. The cuffs were still around his legs, keeping them spread through the usage of more ropes, while his arms were behind him now. However, he was… In a poor state. His face was contorted in an expression of complete shame, tears striking down his face. His mouth was gagged with underwear smelling like piss and cum… His chest had been fitted with a tiny pink bra, underneath his chest covered with hickeys visible through the white fur.

And there was the pink panties.

Pink panties that were so small, they were digging into the Tiger's sides. But more so into his scrotum, splitting his balls in two different directions, like a wedgie, as they dangled. Yet, it seemed it had not been enough as words had been written on his exposed ass like “Cheap Whore", “Dirty Cop", “Fuck her cunt."

A cunt… Or an asshole that had been plugged, no different than the Feline's cock.

“The… Fuck?"

Surprised, Dan entered the office, too. He quickly holstered his gun, but lifted his cap in surprise at the sight, then glanced at the Rhinoceros. Who approached and grimaced as he pulled the underwear out of the Tiger's mouth.

And right away, Hektor wailed: “Pl-Please! Free me! I-! I have to go to the hospital! Get me there! H-Help!"

Saliva dribbled from his mouth, and more tears were pouring as he looked at the two.

“He- He did something to my balls! Told me they would be sterile! I- I can't feel them anymore! Do it for me, Sean!"

“It's Harold," gruffed the Rhino, holstering his gun and reaching for the ropes. He could remove them… But then, he stopped.

“Dan. Remember what you told me about that cat who keeps stealing rich kids?"

“What, he's a tool?" answered the Bruin, looking at the Rhinoceros… Then back at the Tiger. Then again, back to his partner.

“Pl-Please, guys," moaned Hektor.

“Well. We got a golden opportunity to teach him a lesson. Someone killed the cameras."

“Guys-… My-… My balls. My life. I- I can't get hard anymore!"

Well, it wasn't Harold's problem as he reached for the ropes. More had been attached around the Tiger, bundling him up like a roast. And the Rhinoceros plopped him on the ground, reaching for his belt and underwear.

“Wait… We're doing this?" asked Dan. The Polar Bear looked frightened, but his pants were tenting at the sight while the poor Feline continued to wail.

“Of course," chuckled the Rhinoceros over the sound, his belt dropping as he kicked those nuts. There was a wince, a moan. But nothing more. “Shut up, Hektor."

“B-But."

But his recriminations were silenced as he was forced to face the Rhinoceros' cock. Whereas Dan was around the 5 inches… Well, Harold was packing something around the 9 inches. Far bigger and larger. And muskier as he waved it at the Feline's face, pointing the glans at that open mouth.

“You're done, Cat. Your balls are dead on."

“They are?" asked Dan.

“Yeah. Spermicidal Extinction. Heard of that. See that plug? That guy must have stuffed his balls well and dead. Nothing worth inside. And if he did good, he must have ruined the prostate, too."

“P-Please. There must be… S-Something."

His recrimination fell on deaf ears as his pretty hair was grabbed and held on tight by the Rhinoceros, whose half-hard cock sprayed piss into that mouth. The Feline instantly gargled and gulped a chug down before he started coughing and wailing some more. But Harold continued to empty his bladder on the sputtering and moaning Feline.

“Fu-Fuck… Ca-Can I?" asked the Bear, his cock almost out and half-chub, going for 11 inches and pulverizing Hektor's length.

“Yeah. The slut's ready. Let's use her," laughed Harold, joined by his Partner's arm wrapping around his shoulder. Their cocks were pointing in the same direction, the groaning and sputtering feline. And soon, another yellow, salty, and slightly acrid stream hit the Feline across the face.

There were cries, recrimination. But the duo laughed it off as they watched Hektor try to keep an ounce of respect. But none cared as they shook their dicks and looked at him. At the pathetic display of a crook who got fucked.

And they smiled, watching the pathetic expression he bore.

“S-Stop! I can't! I can't take this anymore! I can't… Feel my legs!"

“Say sorry."

“W-What?"

Harold shook his cock, getting the last droplets out while Dan's stream stopped. But the result was there as that white fur had taken a slightly yellow hue and dripped…

“Say sorry for being a cunt."

“Wh-Why?"

“Heh. I told you. He's a tool. Even in that situation, he isn't sorry. You're right. Maybe we can teach him a lesson," chuckled Dan, swaying his cock, too. A cock that was starting to harden, with its foreskin slowly peeling off.

“What do you think? We're going back?"

Harold didn't answer yet. Instead, he lifted the Feline again with the ropes. Despite the cries, he observed the bulging belly… And bulging groin. Both ass and cock had been plugged by humongous dildos. And well… Harold reached for the one on the front, reaching for the purple plastic bulging out from Hektor's cock, and whistled.

“I've always wanted to try this."

“Try what?" asked Dan, going for the back, helping Harold in holding the Tiger in-between, like a fucktoy.

“To fuck a cocklet. Heard it's the best thing around," chuckled Harold, slipping two fingers inside the gaping urethra… Soon joined by Dan almost fisting Hektor. A Hektor who was a trembling and moaning mess, his eyes rolling.

His body was pain and soreness… Even his scrotum dangling between the two men, each nuts tortured by the “wedgie" and weighing down like watermelons. Was he truly condemned? Se-Harold seemed certain.

And joyful as he aligned the body down, pointing his fat cockhead against Hektor's urethra. Bound and attached, half-bent, Hektor could see it despite the Rhinoceros' paunch belly. And it was frightening. His cock… He felt the blood rushing inside, throbbing. But it looked closer to another cunt, with the head spread and barely jutting out. Five inches? He could be lucky if he kept any.

And…

“HHHHAh!" he cried.

Hektor cried and teared up as his cock was again fucked and drilled from the front. And from the back. His eyes rolled in their sockets as a stupid grin was plastered on his face, shaken by a potent and mind-numbing orgasm. One orgasm. Yet… His balls didn't lift. Yet, his groin didn't contract. Nothing came as his mouth opened, and his parched tongue dripped free.

He came dry. He came without having anything as he glanced at the ceiling. But he heard… he heard and felt the movement going inside him.

He felt the distant hit on his testicles as the two cops were thrusting inside him, drilling inside his body. He quivered sick. His legs. He couldn't feel them as they were happily fucking his orifices. And he cried… Oh, he cried.

His body was a mess. A broken mess. Even if they got him to the hospital, he was ruined. He couldn't come back to normal. He could never be the same. And he cried.

“Hey. Feels like our girl's breaking down," said Dan.

“Who ca-"

“Hey guys! What's… oh. Oh… What the fuck?"

“John? Come here. Join the party."

“The party?"

Harold had his head turned away. That, Hektor could see. But as he turned his head, he had his legs on the way to properly see who entered. Even the voice didn't seem familiar. But the name. John… A Ferret?

Listening to them was so hard. As hard as keeping it together as another orgasm hit him. His sweet spot was getting massaged so thoroughly. It was just as good as when Xander fingered, fisted him. Or when he fucked his cock again. Sickly, the Tiger reminisced about those long hours getting stuffed like a puppet. And he quivered enough for his cockhole to clench and for watery precum to gush. For his neck to tense back and a deep mewl to escape him.

“See. He doesn't mind."

“If-… If you say so."

Hektor's mind drifted. His toes reached outward. His legs followed. His entire body was nothing but pleasure. Intense and breaking pleasure. He was railed by whom he should have called his partners. But they considered him less than nothing. Nothing but a hole, a fuckhole to abuse. He heard their leering remarks, drifting amidst the constant hit through his body and on his numb testicles.

They did hurt. Just a bit. Just enough to remind him of their presence as they battered his cheeks and thighs red, as one mouth went for his right nipple to bite and lick it.

“Nice cunt."

“Freaking nice."

“She's… Stretchy."

Stretchy. That was the word as another cockhead pressed against Hektor's ass. As he felt the hard and rigid organ press against his cheeks. He felt it nudge and push. He sensed how the cock was trying to force its way despite the Polar Bear still inside. And then… The Bruin pulled back. Shifting.

The Rhinoceros was still inside, displaying his stamina as his cock rearranged, again, the feline's dick.

Then… The third person's cock was inside. Then… The Bruin was back in.

He should have cried or writhed in pain. But he didn't feel anything. He didn't feel any pain but an intense and brutal pleasure from his asshole getting torn and abused.

He couldn't even feel any hint of ache that could have made him hate that moment. The drumming inside his body, against his prostate? The penetration and stretching of his asshole? The invasion of his balls as another shot, right from the Rhinoceros, descended his cords?

Everything was a vicious circle of pleasure. One that climbed, invaded, reached higher in the Feline's mind.

His eyes were no longer dry as he cried, smearing his white and yellow fur. He looked ugly. He was ugly. Ruined, bent over, forced to endure stretching that would break someone not as stretchy and enduring as he was.

But he smiled. He smiled entirely despite the taste of piss and cum seared on his tongue. As the pressure on his nuts, on his cords, from both outside was climbing and reaching higher.

He showed his teeth as he lost control of his expressions and watched the Rhinoceros glancing back at him… Who?

“Say sorry," ordered the Cop, snarling at Hektor.

“W-What?" finally managed to say the Feline, his thoughts colliding and breaking apart. Two cocks were inside him, rubbing against his prostate. It was so good. Too good. He was taken. Enraptured by the sensation. Even as more steps approached. Who he was?

“Say sorry for being a cunt."

“I-" started Hektor, only to cry when he felt his cock stretched by four fingers. His eyes watered, his head was again thrown back and narrowly met with the bruin. His fists clenched weakly, his legs cramped. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

Finally. There was the pain.

But was it what he desired? Yes. It had been what he wanted, so he could hate this moment. No… Why would he hate it? Why would he desire pain when he had such a pleasure?

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" he repeated, each word more slurred than the other. Saliva dribbled from his lips as he repeated, almost following the uneven pace forced by the two men inside his back.

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" he continued, not even listening to the others. Not even watching as he felt someone else's cock inside his. As he felt his love spot again crushed, again massaged, again… Loved.

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" he went on… As his voice was slowly lowering, going from a heightening plea to a muffled mantra, little whispers as he could barely hear.

“Is he okay?"

“Don't care. He deserved it."

“Yeah… But what about the boss?"

“What?"

“What if he speaks?"

Hektor's mouth opened and closed, but only came that whistled sorry. That little word he continued to repeat while the men were still going inside him and adding to the fluids already stuffing his guts. His belly had grown round, his balls rounder and pleasant.

His eyes were damp and veiled, though his tears had stopped.

He barely saw… Only noticed the blinking neon light as he felt one of the cocks slipping free from his hole, instantly replaced by another one.

“Let's explain it to him later. I'm sure we can have something done for her. But it seems she's totally gone."

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“Sarge! Can you lend me a pen?"

“urfh… Yeah, sure."

With a growl, the slightly obese Sheep grumbled and looked at his desk. His computer turned on, and his files were on display. He massaged his neck while checking for pens. Pens. Who uses them in this day and age? They had computers, that was enough.

Still, he continued to search, his actions followed by the soft sound of lips dearly sucking and enjoying the moment. And so, he sighed, finally finding one pen from one of the old cups he had around.

He blew on it, rubbed it… And then looked down.

“Up, Bitch. Delivery for you."

With a snarl, the Sheep glanced at the White Tiger stuck between his legs, sucking on his fat and veiny cock as if he held onto dear life. Hektor. Though they called Bitch in the service. It was all the better to keep him around even if he wasn't much useful except to please the men and go from one dick to another.

Finally, Sarge pushed against that head. He pushed despite the broken fucker mewling and trying to suck back before he managed to get his cock free. He was empty… Balls and bladder, yet the Feline licked his lips, looking discontent, while Sarge put everything back in his pants.

“Hey… Here," he snapped his fingers to get the Feline's attention. The ears flailed, the mouth open.

“Sorry."

“Yeah, yeah. I heard it. Go to Kyle. He needs a pen."

“Sorry," mouthed the Cat, the eyes low.

“… Big donkey cock."

The ears flailed again, but Hektor nodded.

Hektor nodded and slipped from under the desk. And exposed what his new “work" entailed. Though the shoulder pads and arms remained, his officer suit had been cut and remade into a crop top. Those fat moobs, branded as tits, were sagging from the gained weight and pierced nipples from which dangled his id card and a card indicating how to use him.

His belly was softened, especially when people stuffed him with cum during the day. His belt no longer had any holster but a collection of stuffed condoms, dildos, and even a bottle of lube, though it wasn't much needed. There was even some hand sanitizer Sarge quickly fetched to clean his hand. The Bitch was a messy one. Then, once he had slathered his hand, he held the pen and slipped it inside the Bitch's typical storage before he let the Tiger go.

In a daze, Hektor left the cubicle and looked around. Sniffed. The smell of cock and cum stuck to the Feline as he wandered with, the feet bare. The nose up, he looked around only to jump when someone smacked his ass. A… Lion?

“Hey Bitch. Meet me later!"

“Sorry," mumbled the Tiger, knowing he had a request.

He looked around, blinking one eye after another. Big Donkey Cock.

He didn't remember where it was. But he remembered the pungent smell as he followed it, his bouncy ass shaking… And with it, the water bottle deeply wedged inside his ass. He smiled, looking and glancing around.

“Sorry," he mumbled as he looked at a Gorilla taking a call. Not here.

He continued, feeling the slight pain of his “panties", officially provided, tugging at his nuts. People had helped the Bitch in emptying them. But they were bigger. Still bigger than before… And lower as someone thought it opportune to strap a bucket around the nuts, filling them with sundries, and forcing Hektor to stroll around with his balls tortured… But it was fine. The Bitch was happy. If the Bitch made a mess, the Bitch was punished, but people wouldn't do much more. They would add another mark with the fur-sharpie attached to his tail. Or force the Bitch to work under their desks even if they were urinating.

“Big… Donkey Cock." said the Bitch, sniffing the air until… After two turns around the desk, the Bitch found him.

Big Donkey Cock. Gray, veiny, flat, flared. Right away, the Feline salivated and approached, his knees bending.

“Tt-Tt! Pen first."

“Sorry."

The Tiger approached, no longer bending as he watched the Donkey reach for his cocklet. It was so small, it was better used as a hole or storage. People told him it was ruined. He couldn't fuck with it anymore, his prostate had been popped, and his balls ruined.

But it was fine. People could still fuck it, and if he kept his prostate clenched like taught, he could hold stuff inside.

Just like the pen that had been slipped inside and the Donkey removed, wiping it against the Tiger's while checking one of the binder clips attached to the Feline's foreskin, on the opposite side of the paper clip. He pulled one and smiled.

“Ah, I needed one, thanks," chuckled the Donkey, before he stopped. “You don't happen to have a roll of adhesive tape in your ass? Or the bucket?"

“Sorry."

“Fucking hell, guys!"

A few men had removed the tape so he could be stuffed. But they didn't add it to the bucket. The Donkey still searched inside for a moment, only finding little goodies… So Hektor shook his head, ashamed. And looked down, glancing at the Donkey's cock, salivating again.

He wanted it and-

“Yeah. Go on. I'll ask for it later. Have your meal," said the man, spreading his legs and scooting back so Hektor could slip under his desk.

And so he did. Happy.

Happy as he was again sucking a cock, feeling the girth pressing inside his mouth… Feeling the joy to have been given a purpose. A place. A role.

He wasn't a crook anymore. He was a good cocksucking Tiger for the service. A proper Bitch, and nothing more.