The Secret Origin of Bob
The Secret Origin of Bob
By BunnyBoy
This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to BunnyBoy.
Warning the story contains a non consensual sexual encounter between two adult males as well as an adult male and a male cub. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please
Part 1: Conception
There are a great many mysteries in the universes and some of those only seem to show up in this universe. In fact some of the other universes think it's okay to point this out and otherwise be complete jerks about it, but that doesn't really pertain to the story at hand. In certain circles one of these mysteries is whispered about; everyone seems to know of him and his exploits, feats that seem to grow more fantastic with each telling. Some say he's not entirely normal, still others believe he's a myth, an urban legend; but everywhere perverts of a certain stripe congregate, tales of the legend Bob are bound to be shared.
Bob the slickest cub fucker ever known, said to have molested the Chief of Police's own son while under surveillance and was never caught. With stamina so great it's whispered he buggered 3 dozen boys in a single Halloween, it's really 8 cubs but he did do each of them over and over and over... Everyone's heard of him but he's never been arrested, or even charged. What's his secret they wonder, how does he do it?
For an answer to this question we have to cast backward far into the mists of time, for the story of Bob's origin starts before the man was even conceived. In a small side pocket of the afterlife the gods gather and play games with mortals, this used to be a hugely popular sport but since belief has faded most of the gods' powers have as well. In the center of the room a pair of thunder gods square off against one another, in truth the contest is a pathetic sight compared to the contests of ages past. In ancient times they would be quests of massive proportions with monsters, treasures and hero's beyond belief; but these days petty old gods have faded and they barely have any hold on the real world. So this contest involves the sale of comic books, the very books that keep their names alive in the minds of the masses. Sure it's a merest trickle of belief but it's still more then some other gods have.
Standing off to the side and watching the northern god toy with his hammer, it strikes the little known godling that he missed the old games. Surely he'd never been a player in the old blood and guts sports but he'd had his own entertainments and conquests of a more visceral nature. He looks about and finds that no one else is playing, so he finds a spot on the board and decided to try his hand at the game once more. He looks down at what somehow manages to be both a model of the world and the actual planet it self. This is doubly peculiar since the Greek and the Norseman are bickering over the same game board a few feet away. The canine god settles his long diaphanous robes about him, setting a cornucopia at his feet. He hears a stirring from inside and a male kitten tumbles out, dislodged by the motion. The little 3 inch tall boy or is he fully grown for a 7 year old, the god can never remember how it works here, scrambles to his feet and charges towards the god that looks like a German Shepard. With an idle paw he scoops up the cub and tosses him gently, erection and all, back into the horn of plenty.
The man turns back to his board looking down on the earth. He stretches out his fingers and feels, he seems to have more power here then he'd thought but it makes sense in a way. The act of worshiping him was a simple one and most of those who partook couldn't help but mutter the occasional words of praise, or plea for guidance. Each one was like water over a prayer wheel, even though his name is forgot in the tomes of history enough still pray to Ferraka the god of gay cub sex, but the dog wonders if there might be a way to turn these faint and accidental prayers into real fervent devotion. Certainly he's in a better position to make a comeback then any of these other has-beens. He looks closer, finally deciding on a place at random, somewhere in the middle of suburbia.
The god touches down on the lawn in front of 69 Middlesex drive. He can see what he's here for, inside the house the occupants are coupling like newlyweds. This may have something to do with the fact that they are actually newlyweds. The dog strides forward purposefully right through the wall, he keeps going right on through headed for the bedroom. Nothing changes, nothing is disturbed and there isn't even a cold spot to signal his presence as he suddenly looms over the rutting couple. It disgusts him somehow, the mere thought of copulating with a female makes him nauseous but he'd always been happy to leave that bit to other less picky gods. The female is a German Shepard and the god nods, she's a good choice. The male is a bulldog of some sort not that it really matters.
Even an overly specialized love god like him are able to sense certain things and it's this that the dog cues in on. Half an instant before the bulldog climaxes, the God reaches forward and plunges his arm up to the elbow in the man's back. Time slows down to almost nothing as Ferraka toots around in the man's soul. It's not the whole soul the god wants, rather just a small part of it, with a grin he yanks his arm back pulling something small from the man's hunched form. It's transparent and amorphous at first but gradually it starts to take shape. Slowly it develops into a bulldog pup, gray color flowing in from the edges as the six-year-old cub that is the man's inner child.
The boy looks about and whimpers, this is all so new to him. He'd been buried so deep inside the tough bulldog that he didn't know what to do. Years of suppression and now sudden freedom, but that fleeting hint of release doesn't last, as big strong paws haul the naked cub backwards and something hard is pressed against his backside. He squeals like a bee-stung cub as that godly member stretches his ethereal anus wide open to accommodate it, as the man behind him starts to thrust the boy shudders, the man is not gentle he's here on a mission. The bulldog whines as the hard pounding pushes him down till he's resting on his mortal coil, the muscles burn under the strain but something happens to cause the pups eyes to pop open, the man's paw reaches around and grips his own little cock. He grunts with each thrust as the man's paw strokes him. It shouldn't do much not when combined with the pain of his violation but there is something in the mans paws, a strange tingling sensation, almost like electricity courses from them and into his own penis. He can feel something building up in his jewels, it's much too fast to be normal and within seconds the cub is cumming.
Ferraka smiles down at the boy, feeling the lad squeeze his cock as he cums. It was important to have the boy blow his wad now. This way there would be no conflicting energies later on, but with that task out of the way he could afford to take his time. He grunts and pushes deeper into the boy, his knot stretching that oh so tight little anus. The man must have really been suppressed, this boy barely got out at all. The god grins as he pulls back, just the head left inside, one shove drives that doggy dick in deep as the god goes in for the long strokes. Damn he'd forgotten how good a mortal soul could be when wrapped around your prick. Oh he'd banged some among the gods but you could only pound cupids bum so many times before it got old. He sighs savoring the feeling as the cub's insides clamp down on him despite each hard thrust. All too soon he realizes it's almost too late, time has only been slowed not stopped and with a grunt he pushes the cub down with a squeal. The pup howls as the knot is suddenly pushed in ramming the big god home as he floods the soul with divine jism. Ferraka moans as the seed spreads out saturating the man's inner child, with a final sigh he yanks the boy off his erection and in one smooth motion plunges him back into the mortal's flesh and blood.
All at once the man climaxes, flooding his good wife's womb with his own seed. He doesn't know it but his sperm seems lifeless and dead floating in the bitches bodily juices, their potential spent as it just bled off into the ether; but something does move, a strange energy that flows out from his shuddering prick, a strange golden glow that flows down into the female and into her womb.
Ferraka smiles as the woman fairly glows under his godly sight. It's his first demi-god, with a son on earth his name would spread. Maybe someday he'd be more powerful then all the other dwindling pantheons, none of them had dared try this in modern times.
The man flops over onto his side of the bed, his dick limp. For some reason he's spent and no amount of attention from his beautiful new wife will get him hard again. Somehow he feels bad, something feels wrong in his heart like there is some ancient pain. For no reason he keeps flashing back to his rather carefree childhood. It's almost like there was some secret trauma to his psyche, which is now whimpering in a corner and protectively gripping it's sore ass.
Part 2: Introductions
Bob grows up well for a boy in his situation. He never really has a father, or at least he doesn't for very long. Men don't seem to stay with his mom for very long, neither of them realizes it but sweet little Robert is to blame. Men just don't feel comfortable around the boy. It's not that he's rude, mean or even that he demands too much attention, it's just that somehow they never feel at ease with him there. No matter how much they care about his mother and him they just can't reconcile this feeling and end up leaving. They never blame the boy, I mean it just doesn't make sense, he's just so sweet and friendly, how could he be at fault. In the end they just go and little Bob and his Mom are all alone untill the next one comes along. Something changed in that story when Bob was 8 years old; what he didn't realize was that his latent godly powers were influencing the men around him, so he needed an outlet for that and as fate would have it, well not fate so much as a friend that fate owed a favor too, that outlet was introduced to Bob in the third grade.
School was Boring for Bob, he didn't know why but the other boys didn't seem to like him and since the girls all had cooties he was often off on his own at lunchtime and recess. They would make fun of him because he didn't have a daddy and because they said he was weird. So Bob spent most of his time just wandering around the school. That's how Bob happened to meet Mr. Johnson.
Now Mr. Johnson was the school's janitor, a 30-year-old high school dropout with a criminal record. He'd paid good money to get new papers though, so his little indiscretion was kept out of the school's background checks. The tiger never understood how lucky he was, this job just fell into his lap, as he ran into a guy who could wipe his record at the same time.
Bob thought he heard something as he wandered around the halls. Technically he wasn't supposed to be loose in the hallway but no one seemed to mind, adults seemed to over look Bob a lot. There it went again, it seemed to be a muffled bleating sound coming from the janitor's closet. The little pup creeps closer, the door is slightly ajar and he peers inside. Inside the room is Johnny the Janitor. He's such a nice guy, always seems happy to see the boys, but inside with him was Ralphy from the second grade, Johnny had the little lamb's shorts pulled down and had his big red thingy pressed into the boy's tight little bum. Again the little ram lets out a bleat as the tiger rocks forward grinding his cock into that sweet, sweet hole.
John rocks his hips forward still not all the way in but he's so close anyway, the boy is just so tight. "Oh god..." he murmurs and feels a little tingle start in the back of his neck, it slowly creeps down toward his balls. The door opens with a sudden bang and the startled tiger grips that wool and thrusts forward sinking to the hilt into that soft supple lambskin. He'd also lost his battle with his orgasm flooding the bleating boy with tiger jizz as his eyes settled on the form of the little German Shepard standing outlined in the doorway. "Oh no, god help me." and just like that the tiger loses control of the situation. He remembers everything afterwords but he would swear, if there was anyone he trusted enough to tell this too that is, that it felt like he was on autopilot.
His grip relaxes and the little lamb scurries into the hallway. Ralph wonders what Johnny will say. He's to embarrassed to think about it hoping no one tells his parents. The little sheep ducks into the bathroom to clean up before recess is over.
Bob just looks the man up and down. The tiger doesn't seem scared anymore in fact he's almost smiling. "What were you and Ralphy doing Mr. Johnny?"
The tiger looks down at the boy, the hint of a smile barely stretching the corners of his cheeks. "Would you like me to show you?" Says the Janitor with a purr.
Bob looks around, he's not nervous or scared, for some reason adults never scared him but he still checks the hall to see if anyone's watching. He steps into the closet, closing the door behind him. The room smelled of sweat and musk but with a sharp tang of old cleaning supplies, the bare light bulb overhead shines light on the pair. "Okay Mr. show me." Something in the boy's tone makes the tiger smile a little more. It's the way he said it, it's not a request or even a question, the boy gave him an order.
"Well young master, first we'll have to get you ready." The tiger leaned forward and gripped the buttons on the boy's jean overalls snapping them off with a flick of the wrist.
The pants hit the floor and Bob just looks up at the guy wondering why he's talking so funny, it's not how Janitor John normally talked. Confused as he was, Bob knew what had to come next and instead of waiting for the grown up he tugged down his own super pup underroos. He giggled because his winkie was hard just like the Tigers.
Indeed the Tiger's cock was rock hard and seemed far too vigorous after having just emptied out in some not so virgin wool. The grown man falls to his knees silently, almost bowing before Bob as his head closes on that tiny little pecker. The rough sand-papery tongue flicks along the boy's length causing little Bob to moan softly and thrust forward against the lapping muzzle.
The puppy groans as his paws instinctively grip the grownups head fur, as he pushes his peepee into the man's mouth. The Tiger's lips feel good, like nothing he ever felt before, it's not what he was doing with Ralphy, but still it felt amazing. He whimpers softly and shudders as his thrusts become erratic and he shudders his way through his first dry cum.
The Tiger feels the boy's climax come and go but still he suckles on the lad's prick. He's slightly disappointed there is no seed but he does know it's far to early even for a sex god to produce semen.
Finally the panting boy gathers enough sense to grab one of the man's ears and tug him back off his cubby little chubby. "That felt good but it's not what you did to Ralphy, I want you to show me that."
Again it's an order and the Tiger just smiles. "Well I did that to Ralphy too, you just didn't see it." The man leans back resting against a shelf, his eyes almost lidded, his legs spread and his big feline erection-pointing straight up.
The little pup stared at the throbbing pole and wondered about it. The man seemed to like sucking on his. What did it taste like? He walks forward a paw gripping the man's shaft and stroking it softly before leaning in, at the last moment he looks up at the adult. "Did Ralphy do this too?" He asks as the boy licks at the man's drooling cock.
The Tiger shudders at the touch, and moans out a long soft, "Yessssss!" His toes curling in pleasure as the boy's lips wrap around his cock. The lad's a natural born cock sucker no doubts about it, his tongue seems to know just where to touch, just what to do and the lips have the perfect mix of suction and movement along the man's shaft.
Bob moans into the man. He likes the taste and the taste of the stuff leaking out is even better; but somewhere deep down he knows its time to stop and he pulls back, his lips sliding from the grownups wood just before the man cums. Bob glares down at the reclining man as the boy straightens up. "I think your lying, I don't think you did any of those things with Ralphy." He marches forward scrambling up the grownup, his paws gripping two handfuls of the man's chest fur as he gets right into the Tigers face. "See I saw you and you weren't doing anything with your mouth and neither was he. You took your thingy..." And with those words Bob reaches back and grabs the man's cock. "And you pushed it in his bum, like a thermometer." And without thinking the boy's paw follows suit, stuffing the grown ups seven-inch spit slick cock up his virgin cub cunt. The boy's eyes go wide and he looses his grip, sliding backwards gravity forcing his tail hole wider and wider as that thick length of cat meat fills him right up.
The boy's startled squeaks mingle with the man's ecstatic moans. The tiger reaches out, his paws resting on the boy's bum. Not forcing him up, just supporting the weight as he savors the sweet young anus.
Little Bob moans softly, there is no pain, he's sure having something that big in his bum should hurt, but it doesn't; as it fills him up there is a sharp jolt of something good. Better then roller coasters, better then video games, almost better then Christmas morning. Instinctively the boy knows what to do, his back paws rest on the man's legs and his fingers find a grip in his fur and he starts to rise. It's slow at first shifting up along the shaft feeling it slipping from his taut tail hole as he ascends to the heavens. Soon though he stops and starts to sink letting his body take in the fat length of man meat that it had started to miss. He grunts as the man hits the joy spot again and pushes back up. Bob's moving faster this time his pace building as he moans louder riding the grownups dick hard. Soon the boy's just bouncing, pushing into the air and trusting that gravity would bring him down hard, and every drop almost dazes the boy as the jolt of pleasure runs up his spine.
It's all too much for the tiger though, he grunts with each drop his balls aching for release. His paws grip the shelves around him, claws leaving deep furrows in the wood as he holds back, wanting to just grab the boy and pound that ass for all he's worth. It's all he can do to just sit there and take it. He whimpers and moans as the boy drops down again, this time it's too much, his cock pulses and he almost shouts as his churning nuts plaster the little bitch's intestines with ropes of thick sticky seed. The tiger just slumps down like all the life left him, then even as his cock kept pumping its load into the boy's backside the man just lay there gasping for breath.
Bob just sat there swaying softly back and forth, he could feel something filling him up inside, something warm. The Janitor didn't seem interested in playing anymore though so he carefully made his way back to his feet. There was a little wet splat as he pulled off the man's now limp dick as a good amount of white stuff came out with it. So that's what it was that he felt, again almost like an instinct the pup moved and before his brain knew what it was doing he ran a finger through the white puddle in the man's lap, brought it to his lips and licked it clean. Some part of his brain was shocked, that stuff was up his butt after all, but the rest of him just registered the taste. It seemed like a stranger version of what he'd gotten off the man's thing the first time.
In the shadows something smiled as it watched the boy get dressed, it was the proudest moment of his life, the passing of the torch from father to son, it was just such a joyous occasion. Add to that the fact that the boy was a decent fuck and it's just a win win all around, even the mortal got something out of it.
Bob had a lot to think about the next couple of days, he liked what went on in the closet and wanted to do it again. Maybe he'd try some stuff with Ralphy too. He barely noticed when Janitor Johnny was arrested, seems Ralphy turned him in. The boy was so scared of getting in trouble, despite the fact he liked the games they'd played, that he felt it best to tell the principal that he'd been molested by the friendly tiger. Bob didn't really care, he'd thought of something new anyway. Mom had a new boyfriend and now Bob might know a thing or two that could keep this one around for a while.
Part 3: Culminations
Bob's life continued on rather well from that point, his new found talents did indeed convince Mom's latest boyfriend to stay around longer. In fact, for the first time in his life the pup felt he really had a father. School went well for the boy and his grades rarely seemed to falter. He naturally excelled at subjects he liked and for many of the teachers he knew ways to bump his average up a few points, but he didn't have many friends his own age, the only boy who'd hang out with him was the weirdo Ralphy the Ram. Part of the reason for that was because he wanted to make sure the dog never told what he saw, and the other half was that Bob had an awfully good tongue in his muzzle when the Ram could convince him to use it.
School was easy for Bob, even his lack of friends didn't seem to bother him since he didn't think the boys his age could feed his appetites; at least not like the adults could. As the years passed his thoughts started to shift track, at the age of 11 he started to wonder about the marvelous potential of the youngsters. He's been treated so well by his elders maybe he should return the favor, at the age of 12 he finally convinced his mom he was mature enough to take on some responsibility. He decided to look into Babysitting, it had the most potential for him to share the love but also it wasn't as easy as you'd think. So nothing came of his plans until the day before his 13th birthday.
Bob never liked having a January birthday, too close to Christmas to get anything really good and the weather was too crappy to really do anything fun, so it was just another day for him. But this year it fell on a weekend so he'd at least have that going for him, a whole Saturday to just veg-out with whatever it was mom and Don got for him; and Don had better have gotten him something really nice to or Bob was going to start holding out on the donkey, step-dad or not.
Down stairs he hears the phone ring, he doesn't worry too much, mom will get it. On the second ring she does and after a brief pause she calls up to him. "Robert! Phone for you."
Puzzled the dog bounds down the steps from his room, taking them two at a time. No one ever called him, it's not like he had friends, the only people who called here were... With a sudden grin he grabs the receiver from his mom's out stretched paw. "Thanks ma'am. Hello this is Bob how can I help you?" The German Shepard grins, oh he was right, it was work. It was the Parre family who lived a few blocks over. A nice family of foxes, mother, father and little Billy who was only 6-years-old and quite the precocious little scamp. Seemed that Mr. Parre's mother was in the hospital and they both had to run out there as soon as they could, so they needed a sitter for Billy quick. They would be back late and since it was last minute they'd have a little something extra to cover the boy's inconvenience. Bob smiles inwardly and just makes little affirmative understanding noises into the phone until the man was done talking. "No problem sir, I'll be over right away and I'll take good care of you're lovely little boy while you're gone."
Bob can't help but smile, the money's good but this might also be the chance he needs. Sure he's never had enough leeway to get started but he feels lucky this time. He kisses his mom goodbye and says he won't be back till late, with his heavy jacket, scarf and a back pack full of supplies, mostly extra cloths coloring books and stuff for the job harmless stuff mostly, he struts along the sidewalk towards the Parre's home. Honestly he doesn't know where this feeling of optimism is coming from since the day is certainly miserable enough. Thick gray clouds hang low in the sky threatening even more snow any minute now, but still he's smiling as he rings the doorbell and waits to be let in.
Violet and Klaus Parre are a pleasant sort and Bob smiles politely listening to their instructions. Inwardly he frowns though, they expect to be back by 8 pm or 9 at the latest, it's not really enough time for any really big plans but on the upside they said Billy hadn't taken his bath tonight and that's always fun. The rather skinny almost 13-year-old Shepard smiles and waves as the Parre's drive off into the afternoon.
It's a little after three so there is time to play, Bob's been careful around his boys. He knows that sooner or later there is going to be a chance, so he's been grooming the lads. Mostly it's a lot of paling around, letting the boys have stuff their parents wouldn't and wrestling with wandering fingers.
Billy is a happy sort always eager to play a new game or up for an adventure, ever since the older boy had walked in, he'd been so excited, Bob was here he could hardly contain himself. "Come on Bobby I gots a new game I wanna show you."
As the babysitter Bob had to put on at least a show of following the Parre's instructions. "I don't know Billy, your mom said you only get an hour of game time a day, and I think she said you'd been playing this morning."
Billy almost pouts, "But Bobby, Mom and Dad are gone. They won't know, come on let me show you please?" The little fox kit levels those big blue eyes on Bob, pleading for the big boy to come play.
Inwardly Bob just grins, outwardly he relents, "Okay we'll play a few games." He smiles as the boy leads him excitedly to his video game system. It's one of those new state of the art 16-bit models, the very same one he'd been asking Mom and Don for. The dog whistles as the cub leans over to turn the game on and for once he's not just admiring the boy's behind. They sit down and start to play, it's pretty straightforward one of those fighting games based on a popular cartoon. Under-aged Altered Samurai Human's a strange cartoon about the freaky bald apes living in the sewer and fighting crime. It's a lot like any other fighter he'd played in the arcade so he could handle himself but it seems that Billy had been practicing. "Hmmm, Hey buddy I just had an idea, wanna make this game a little more fun?"
The fox kit doesn't even look as he just stares at the screen, tongue sticking out the side of his muzzle as he concentrates on beating his babysitter. "How's zat?"
"Well how bout we play for penalties. The loser has to... I don't know, give the winner some of his clothes." The Shepard grins as the Fox beats him handily.
"Hmm..." the boy thinks about it. Bob doesn't seem very good at this game so what does he have to lose. Besides it'd be kind of funny. "Okay you're on... and I won so gimme something"
"Hey you little rug-rat" chuckles Bob. "That one wasn't supposed to count." But despite his grumbling the dog hands over his hat. The next two games go the same way and soon Billy is sitting with a shirt and socks piled around him.
Bob steps up the game though and manages to put the cub down in the next fight and the little Fox reaches up to give the boy back his hat. "Nope, no you don't" Says Bob in an authoritative tone. "The rules were the winner gets some of the losers clothes. I won so I get your clothes, you can't get out of it by giving me mine back."
"Oh" says the kit, he smiles a bit as he wiggles out of his t-shirt. He doesn't know why but he blushes as he hands it over to Bob. It's not like the dog hasn't seen him without a shirt before.
Indeed Bob has, but like always, it's making him want to pounce. He wins the next round too and off come the little one's pants. The Fox blushes even more at this despite the fact that Bob had seen him in his swim trunks and that's not much more then his underwear. For his part as soon as the boy's trousers came off, the dogs got all that much tighter as he fought to conceal his erection. The big dog smiled letting the boy win the next fight, as he strips off his pants he smiles down at the Fox. "Well It looks like you can beat me at video games but I know something you can't beat me at."
Before the Fox can ask what, Bob was pouncing. He tackles the cub wrestling him to the floor, the 12-year-old rolls around on the floor with the fox cub, tickling him furiously. They go on like that for some time and the kit doesn't seem to notice the sitters wandering paws, or the tent forming in his boxers. All to soon both boys are lying on the carpet in front of the TV panting. Bob happens to glance up at the clock noticing it's now close to six. Bob sits up smiling down at the cub, "Well little Billy play time is over, it's time for supper. Your mom left some money so it's up to you, Chinese or Pizza?"
The boy's eyes light up at this, it's just another thing his folks wouldn't let him do. They'd never let him pick the restaurant. "Uh I had Pizza last time so how 'bout Chinese!"
The big dog just smiles and tosses the pup the menu. "Well then pick what you like, I gotta go to the bathroom." He scoops up the clothes as he goes, slipping into his pants and shirt while tossing the kits up on top of the fridge. It's a small victory but this way he gets to watch him strut about in his undies for awhile longer. When he gets back Billy knows what he wants so the sitter dials the phone and lets the boy order his own meal. Every little bit of extra freedom helps when it comes time for the big act.
Half-an-hour later they are eating dinner, Billy making a bit of a mess with his sweet and sour chicken as he tries to mimic Bob using the chop sticks. The preteen just chuckles as the boy gets the sticky sauce everywhere, he lets the boy try for a little while longer before taking away the sticks and giving the boy a fork. "Here try this pal, maybe that way some will get in your mouth." Bob grins as he says it and the kit just blushes a bit. A little tired Bob cracks open his fortune cookie and reads the little scroll of paper. "Don't give up hope. A long term project will soon come to fruition." He chuckles under his breath, "yeah right."
Dinner finally done, the babysitter looks down at the boy. "Well it's bed time soon slugger, but I don't think I can risk putting you in bed like that."
At the mention of bedtime the Fox pouts, but his ears perk up at the possible hope of a reprieve. "Oh and why is that?"
Bob laughs and points at the boy's sticky matted fur. " 'Cause you're all messy. If your Mom and Dad came home and saw you like that, they'd never let me babysit again." The cub seems to ponder this for a moment before bolting for the hallway, but the dog was to smart for him, expecting this reaction he scoops the boy up and carries him towards the bathroom.
"Noooooo, I don't need a bath." The boy squirms in Bob's grip. The German Shepard really has to struggle with the boy. He wonders if they'll get easier with time. "You can't make me take a bath."
"The dog never understood this part. Why don't little boys like to take baths? He's always loved them. It got the mats out of the fur, and relaxed those sore anal muscles after a long day, well work wasn't really that much work. He shrugs and looks at the boy. "Aww come on Billy. If I don't give you a bath, I'll get in a lot of trouble with your folks and if I get in trouble with your folks they might not let me come back to babysit. If that happens no more video game fights, no more take out and no more fun. You wouldn't want that now would you?"
The little boy sighs. He really doesn't want to get the older dog in trouble. Bob's the best babysitter on the block. He slumps as the twelve year old finally pulls him into the bathroom and shakes his head. "No I don't wanna get you in trouble." Bob just smiles and starts the water running as the cub strips out of his dirty underwear. "Do you have to stay in here?" Whines the cub.
Bob nods back. "Yes I do. Remember the last time I let you do this alone? You just ran the water and waited for ten minutes, you can't fool me twice." The boy has the decency to look sheepish at this comment. Even as the Shepard indecently devours the boy's succulent little body with his eyes. "Now into the tub Billy boy." Bob scoops up the Fox and sets him into the steaming water with a splash. Smiling the dog rolls up his sleeves and sits on the floor next to the tub, he grabs the bar of soap and starts to lather the boy's fur. He tries to keep from drooling as his fingers run through he boy's fur, feeling that tight lithe boy body as he gradually works the soap into every nook and cranny. His inquisitive fingers feeling those tiny little acorns and the still untapped sheath, a probing digit slides under the boys tail, teasing the lad's still virgin pucker. He sighs softly, Bob knows that this is an important part of his plan, getting the boy used to his paws touching him everywhere, but it's also torture so close and yet so far.
Billy for his part almost doesn't register Bob's wayward paw. The other one slowly rubbing his chest, working at the little matted patches of fur left on his chest from the sticky sauce. It feels good and the boy almost feels like purring. Soon the bath is over though, and out come the towels and again the boy feels a little silly as the older boy rubs him down making sure the fox kit is all dry. The warm water combined with the friendly paws rubbing his pelt seem to make the cub rather drowsy. He almost doesn't notice the teen carry him to his room, or the fact that he slid his favorite underoos on him. He vaguely remembers what feels like a kiss on his cheek but he knows it was probably just his tail twitching.
With a strangled sigh and a raging erection, Bob makes his way back to the kitchen. He gathers up the cubs discarded clothes and dumps them into the hamper. Whistling softly to himself, he busies about in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes and disposing of the paper cartons. It's all a futile attempt to take his mind off the burning lust settling in the dog's belly. Finally with all the busy work done, the pooch settles down on the couch and flips on the TV. Settling on a comedy, he watches till his eyes grow heavy.
A blaring noise jerks the dog awake and he looks about for the source. Realizing it's the phone he fumbles for the receiver and manages a bleary "Hello"
The voice on the other end is deep and masculine. "Robert? Did I wake you?"
It takes a second for the dog to remember whom the voice belongs too. "Sorry Mr. Parre I must have dozed off."
The fox on the other end huffs a bit but Bob doesn't think any frustration is directed his way. "It's quite all right my boy, it's really late." At that Bob looks around and spots a wall clock that reads 11:30. Those two were supposed to be home hours ago. "In fact it's our fault, seems the snow was worse then we thought and as we tried to make our way back we got stranded on the side of the street. We just made it to a motel and this is the first chance we've had to call. I know it's an imposition but could you stay the night?" Stay the night, his heart and groin nearly sings out with joy. "We'll pay extra, and I'm so sorry for this."
The thought of the extra money doesn't even figure into it, it's the idea of a night all alone with Billy and no way for his parents to catch on, that gets the boy willing to play ball. Smiling all the while he assures the worried father that it'll be fine. He'll make sure Billy has a nice hot breakfast, he can't help picturing his cock in the kits mouth at that point. Finally the older fox hangs up and the excited dog sets the receiver down. Panting he makes his way down the hall, first stripping off his shirt, then his pants as he makes his way for the very last room. Halfway there he stops, running back to his bag for the tube of lube he's thought to bring with him, this would be fun.
The door creaks slightly as he opens it letting the light come streaming in. The dog grins at little Billy curled up under the covers sucking his thumb, clinging to his plush bunny out of comfort. His cute little body basking in the glow from the nearby night-light, at the sight of such innocence Bob almost feels guilty for what he's about to do.
The bed springs creek as the soon-to-be teen crawls into bed with the little red kit. He slides under the covers, letting his naked body snuggle up to the boy's soft form.
Billy murmurs and comes stumbling to wakefulness as he feels the strange form pressed into him. "Hmm hwats goin on?" he says through a yawn. "Who's that?" He's a little worried feeling an arm around his waist now.
"It's just me Billy" Whispers Bob. "Your parents called and said they couldn't make it home, so I'd have to stay the night. Then I got a bad dream and was scared, I was hoping you'd let me sleep with you, so we can keep the bad dreams away." The dog pours on the charm, as his paw strokes the boy's belly, fingers creeping lower and lower.
It never hurts to use a little flattery, now the boy thinks he's my protector watching over me by the night-light. "But you'll have to promise not to tell any one okay, Your mom and dad wouldn't want me looking out for you if they knew how scared I was."
Billy still half asleep nods his agreement. "'Course you can stay." He mutters graciously, feeling a little funny bout all this. Feeling kinda tingly in his stomach but can't tell why. "It's our secret Bob."
Part of the reason for the boy's unusual feelings had to be the casual paw of his babysitter, stroking the fabric of his Captain Planet underoos. Those fingers teasing the sweet little globes that will be the source of much fun later on. The dogs own cock is idly rubbing against the boy's leg, probably adding to the lad's confusion. The drowsy boy doesn't even notice when that one hand slides inside. Slipping under the elastic so that his fingers can directly fondle the boy's warm fuzzies. After five minutes of this agonizing teasing as Bob feels the cub's cute little penis peep free, he leans forward letting his lips whimper into the boy's ear. "Billy, wanna do something special? It's a super secret thing though and only big boys are allowed to do it. So can I trust you?"
His muzzle stayed still, having almost fallen back asleep despite the growing feeling down below, one paw digs at his eye wiping the sleep sand from it. The Fox mutters back to the whisper "Something secret, for big boys? What's that?"
Bob's paw wraps around the cub's engorged sheath gently squeezing. "I can't tell you, I have to show you, but I can't do that 'till you promise to keep it secret. You have to super secret swear on it." Bob smiles at this, invoking one of the big playground swears should keep the boy silent, no one would ever break that.
"Okay I super secret swear, cross my heart and hope to die." The boy mutters now more fully awake. The paw leaves his crotch and the tingling fades a bit. This is a shock to the cub because he actually had not noticed the man's paw till it was gone. The paws roll him over till he's on his back. The little boy clings to his stuffed rabbit almost like it's a talisman to ward off evil as he looks up at the dog now hovering above him.
Bob grins, his eyes peering down hungrily at the boy. "First we need to get rid of these." Growls the dog before tugging off the puppy's tight underwear. Billy doesn't resist since he knows Bob wouldn't do anything bad. The dog smiles, both paws gripping the foxy kits legs, gently but firmly messaging the boy's thighs as he looks down at the boy. "Have you heard of blood brothers Billy?" The dog smiles as the cub nods. "Well you know that some boy's did it to show they were really close but it's not safe, so many bad things can happen and you know you shouldn't play with knives right?" Again the cub waits as the boy nods in response. "Well I've found a safer way for two boys to show how close they are, it's called cum brothers. It's loads safer and you don't get any nasty cuts. Do you wanna be brothers Billy?" Again the boy nods. Bob smiles reaching for the tube he'd brought with him, he first slathers a generous dollop on his enraged prick. "Well okay we'll do this, but I won't lie Billy, it might hurt at first and you can't tell anyone, this is a super big kids secret your not even supposed to know about it and you did swear." Bob has to struggle for a bit to hold the deathly solemn look on his face as two fingers tease and tickle the cub's tiny tail hole smearing a generous coating of the thick lube over the orifice, the boy whimpers and moans shivering at the touch but nods his understanding.
Billy whines a bit feeling that tingle in his belly again as Bob's fingers stroke his foxhole. He's still not sure what the tingle means but he knows he misses it when it's gone. The cub agrees readily to the older boy's demands just hoping that the feeling will stay. The kit whimpers a bit as he sees the dog looming over him, his friendly babysitter seems different now, his grin seems a little scary illuminated by the dim night-light. He snuggles into the black and white toy bunny for comfort.
Bob almost purrs as he lines himself up with that hole. Months of planning, so many hours of fantasizing of this moment and now it's here; as a plus it's not some hurried bag before the folks get home, he's got all night to sodomize this sweet little angel, in his own bed no less. He couldn't have planned it better. "Ready Billy? Remember it might hurt at first but I want you to squeeze Mr. Bunbun real hard and be patient, it's not as bad as a cut and after it'll feel real good." His hips move forward as the head of his cock slowly stretches the puckered star of the cub's treasure trove the fox hears a noise. It's a deep resonating noise coming from the hall as the grandfather clock strikes midnight.
Beneath the Shepard the boy whimpers against the pain and buries his muzzle in the faux fur. With each loud gong he feels his beloved babysitter push deeper into him, stretching his anus open wider then it was ever meant to go. In his head he counts the tones, one, two, three his eyes are closed tight and watering from the burning pain. Four, five, six little gasps escape his muzzle to mingle with Bob's pleasured moans. Seven, eight, nine his arms crush the toy rabbit to his chest as he tries not to shout. Ten, eleven... twelve, somehow during those last few tones something changes and the tingling in his belly comes back with a vengeance. The little cub can still feel the burn from his tormented anal muscles but new feelings are overwhelming them as the dog's big dick rubs along the cub's prostate.
Panting Bob pauses buried to the hilt in the cub, his ears still ringing with the clocks final chime. He marvels at the coincidence to be balls deep in his first cub on what is now his thirteenth birthday. He moans out his pleasure as he consummates the act that makes his passage into manhood, and it's a sweet passage at that. He'd never imagined it would feel like this, with a groan he realizes that his own paw just cannot compare to a virgin boy ripe for the plucking. He smiles down at the boy as he can feel the lads anal ring fighting back trying to eject the intruder but this epic battle between two deadly foes doesn't show on the little fox's face, instead it's the confused look one gets from there first hint at orgasmic pleasure. "Ready Billy?" Mutters the dog, "'Cause that was just the start." He doesn't wait for a reply as he pulls back almost his whole length. He pauses again, just a heart beat this time as the ring of muscles tickle the ridge of his cock before pushing in deep. The dog grunts at the feeling but the kit moans, his eyes rolling back as the boy emits sounds which can only be from pleasure.
Billy shudders, the pains almost gone now and he feels good. It's weird the way he can feel Bob's weewee sliding in his butt, but the motion somehow feels good now and when he pushes back in it feels even better. The cub shudders and groans through each thrust now, wanting to make it feel better but not knowing what to do. He whimpers as the teenager's cock presses into his prostate making his body convulse with new pleasures. His arms go weak and Mr. Bunbun slips from his grasp, the cub barely notices though. It's not till the motion of the body above him that manages to scoot the black and white plush toy down a little way does the fox realize that the toy might just be his answer. He moans loudly now feeling the soft toy pressed down with Bob's weight, his aching little erection dragging over the soft fur. The shock is almost traumatic, the sudden sensation converging with the babysitters hard thrusts in such a way to push the little kit over a ledge he'd never known was there, tumbling Billy into the throws of his first dry orgasm.
Bob himself is pumping hard into that sweet little anus. He's just started and he already feels like he's going to explode and he doesn't want to. Not now, not yet. But the poor Sheppard isn't given a choice, the boys barking shout startles him, causing Bob to slam forward as the Fox clamps down on his dick like nothing he'd felt before. Thrusts out of shock and surprise driving his maleness deep into what feels like a silk lined vice. It's too much for a new teen to take, with his own bark of triumph the dog unloads all his pent up frustration. Collapsing forward onto the boy as his nuts churn out thick sticky ropes of hot jizz. Still bound together Bob kisses the boy's cheek, feeling those tight muscles squeeze his cock for every last drop. "So we're brothers now Billy, and as your brother I want you to know I love you."
The fox blushes at the kiss but manages a slight smile. "I love you too Bob."
In the corner of the room, in a deep shadow, someone who's not really just there smiles. "Happy Birthday Son. Glad you liked your present." Says the old god as he turns to leave. Behind him he hears the motions begin again, well they are young furs after all, so full of spunk and energy... well one's full of spunk at least. They could go all night at this rate. He smiles picturing the pair fornicating well into the witching hour and come morning buggering once more on the slick floor of the shower before the kit gets his hot protein shake for breakfast, as he ascends he feels something and behind him the moans form the words, oh god. Again the Big dog grins, how nice of his son giving away gifts like that even on his own birthday.